This is Cassie - one of my hairier kids. What's good about having Cassie ride shotgun?
- she doesn't complain about my music, in fact she seems to like it when I sing along, and she doesn't touch the radio buttons.
-she doesn't mess with the air conditioning controls, and doesn't play with the power window buttons (at least not very often).
-she doesn't hit me up for a loan because she forgot her wallet and has a terrible craving for a bag of Doritos
-she never asks me to just pull up to the convenience store for 2 minutes so she can run in for something, or go through the Wendy's drive thru on a whim
-she doesn't talk about politics or economics or other intense subjects. In fact, she listens patiently while I talk to myself, keeps a suitably concerned expression on her beautiful face, and never interrupts or snickers
-she doesn't think I drive too fast, or too slow, or should turn here, or try this new shortcut.
-she doesn't leave gum wrappers on the floor, or cups and bottles in the holders, or sweaty socks under the seats
I guess a seat full of dog hair is a small price to pay for such an amicable traveling companion.
Speaking of travel . . . I likely won't be posting for another 10 days or so. The ladies and I are on the road again, while the men of the house hold down the fort. Labels: nesting |
