There she sprawls in the sunshine all relaxed and sleepy and
butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. But just an hour before she was a very
different animal. A crazy beast on wheels. And here’s the reason. I have a
leash that clicks into my car seat belt lock so I can drive her places safely. Or so the theory goes.
However the leash is a little too long or the distance from my back seat to my
front seat is too short I don’t know. All I do know is that when she is clipped in she can stand
on my car’s console and be right there at my shoulder. And that’s exactly what she
does criticizing my driving by whimpers and mini yips and impeding my driving
by leaning on me and licking my face. I don’t know if you have ever had a full
facial dog licking while driving at 40 miles per hour but I can tell you its a
little hazardous. The speed cop we passed didn’t look too impressed but
thankfully he stayed in barracuda mode and let me go by. Every time I turned
Pepper leaned on me and at 70lbs that’s a significant weight making my steering
the slightest bit wonky. And then it’s more howls yowls and doggie equivalents
to having a nervous Nellie passenger telling you to slow down, slow DOWN, SLOW
DOWN!
The weird thing is that on our return journey –we had been
to the park for a walk-
she just hunches down on the console and makes no noise at
all and my face stays
unlicked. Crazy are the ways of the hound.
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