I’m babysitting Scout, my fat little hogie shaped grand baby.
When his momma goes, the treats flows.
When his momma goes, the treats flows.
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I'm not cryin' yer cryin'
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
Yup, big ol lump in my throat.I'm not cryin' yer cryin'
Some dogs back, little Britney jumped out the lounge window, went out in the street and let the neighbours know what she thought. I went to the front door to see what was the dilly. A sure sign the hijinx was done. Puppy came back in the gate, looked me in the eye, walked around the other side of the car, jumped back in the window, and came out to the front door to help investigate all the racket.
I see that I'm not the only one with a dog bed in the front passenger seat. I've got mine strapped in place with the seat belt. One of my 3 dogs refuses to be anywhere else in the car but the front passenger seat, even if there's someone sitting in it. He'll be in their lap and refuse to move.
OTOH the less time in the car, the sweeter it'll smell when you get home.