It had a back door with a great little dog/cat/chicken/skunk door at the bottom.
It's seen better days - both the back door and the pet door - but Daisy still loved to hang her head outside to see if we were doing anything worth joining in. She's such a goober.
And it actually held two cars, like every two-car garage should (but most don't.) I took pride in that! It held my beautiful new Jeep - which ain't so new anymore, but which I still adore.
And it's held all sorts of other vehicles over the 47 years of my memory: from my parents' 1970s white Ford LTD (which they insisted was blue - will never figure that one out) to my mom's turquoise Volvo (we were the only people I knew with a Volvo - back in the day!) to her two Lincoln Versailles, which were her very favorites ever - to Daddy's teeny tiny red Ford Fiesta, which was his way of making a round trip all over South Texas each and every day on just a few dollars in gas - and was jam packed with more stuff than one can imagine.
Yes, once upon a time I had a garage. And I loved it.
But that was BB --- Before Birds.
They've completely taken over.
Once upon a time, I had a garage. I miss it...