My Dog Sold My Truck!

My Dog Sold My Truck! đŸ˜±đŸššđŸ¶

       Okay, so I didn’t think this was even possible, but somehow
 my dog sold my truck. Yes, you read that right. One day I had a shiny blue pickup. The next? Gone. And all signs point to my four-legged “best friend,” Baxter. It started like a normal Saturday. I was inside editing a video while Baxter was outside “guarding” the yard, which usually means sunbathing with his tongue hanging out. I had left the tailgate down while organizing tools earlier—and left the keys in the cup holder. Big mistake.

A little while later, I heard a man’s voice at the front door:

“Hey, I just bought this truck from the dog out back?”

I laughed. Thought it was a joke. He held up a Venmo receipt titled “DOG TRUCK DEAL đŸŸâ€ for $2,000. I ran to the yard. No Baxter. No truck. Just tire marks in the driveway and one of Baxter’s paw prints on the tailgate.

Apparently, while I wasn’t looking, Baxter had been charming a passerby with his wagging tail and friendly bark. The guy assumed Baxter was up for adoption or that someone was holding a dog-and-truck garage sale. According to him, Baxter “nodded” when he asked if the truck was for sale. I guess that was enough proof.

Still in shock, I tracked my truck via GPS. We got it back (don’t worry!), and the buyer—once he stopped laughing—was very understanding. But Baxter? He hasn’t stopped smiling since.

I think he wanted that truck gone. Probably so he could ride shotgun in my newer car with heated seats.