Wednesdays, we take Coney to a doggie day care place, partly so she gets
some extercise and partly so, as an only dog here at home, she stays socialized
and friendly with other dogs.
Yesterday, we all left the house to implement this policy. I got into the
passenger's seat, and Linda and Coney were still out in the yard, browsing
the fresh, green crab grass (Coney was, not Linda.) My car door was still
open, but the back door wasn't. Linda said, to Coney, "Are you ready to get
in?"
Apparently she was, since she leapt -- not crawled, but leapt -- into the front
of the car, into my lap, all 65 pounds of shepx. It took, oh, a good two to
three minutes to sort this out, in between the hilarity (I was laughing
uncontrollably) and the knowledge on Coney's part that there are biscuits in
the glove compartment, but that her usual place to receive one is in the back
seat.
Guess you had to be there.
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