
My first truck as a teen I washed and waxed probably three times a week. Was teased by everyone for it.
One day my friends German Shepherd put both feet on the door and slid down, grinding his nails.
I felt the blood drain from my face. My friend apologized looking scared.
I realized in that moment that the scratches were part of the trucks story now, and less “perfection” ruined.
Her dog sat in front of me smiling too as if he knew.
I let it go before reacting, scratching his head. Took convincing of everyone else I was good. + The scratches 90% buffed out.
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