Nothing, and I mean nothing, brings me more joy (okay, with the possible exception of the birth of my children, and a total solar eclipse) than seeing a big dog in a small car.
Here is an exquisite example of that. Like the Joni Mitchell song. They paved paradise, then I saw a malamute in the mall parking lot. Sorry, took a lot of liberties with that one.
Though I’ll occasionally reach in and pet a carbound dog, with this one, there was no reassuring tail wag or ear drop. My kids, likewise, were leery of putting their hands into the maw, which I thoughtfully did not judge them for. A wise car thief might have managed it by the old ‘Porterhouse pre-emptive’, if you get my drift.
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