It's tire changeover time, and we loaded our studded tires into the Escape and headed to the tire shop for changeover. Did some shopping for about an hour and returned with hopes of our tires being changed and on our way again. Well, the fella says they couldn't change the tires because they found 6 puncture holes in one tire that could not be fixed---he said it looked like a bear bit down on the tire, several times. Yikes! We had stored the tires outside, covered, behind the shed down at the cabin. So, they had no matching tire---no longer made---and nothing that would match tread yada, yada, yada. And DH didn't have patience to try to find a new one, so---new tires for everyone! Ackk. Not storing them outside anymore, that's for sure. And when our little angel baby dog starts growling at "nothing", maybe it really is something. this could be food related---that new set of tires could have been a nice stock up trip at Costco----or a few tankfulls of gas : )