Here's something random I realized today: Every single time I see a dog riding in a car, it makes me smile. I mean, why is it that seeing some doofus dog, sitting there in the passenger's seat like he's 100% human makes me so happy?

I have escaped from behind the fabled Pine Curtain of northeast Texas. I have learned much. Here is my tale...
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It's even better when it's your own dog and he gets so excited just LOOKING at the car, thinking he MIGHT get to ride in it.
I always had to be careful to not go near the car if I was with Kaiser, he'd jump right in it even if I was just opening the door to get my purse. It was hard to get him out. Once I went around the block just to make him happy, though i had nowhere i needed to go.
Dogs LOVE the car.
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