We just got back from our annual beach trip to the Outer Banks. One of the best things about this vacation is that we can bring the dogs with us - the beaches are dog-friendly (and also beer-friendly, and in Nags Head, bonfire-friendly!).
Gravy went with us last year, but this was Banjo's first trip - which made the backseat of my little Mazda 3 rather cozy as Gravy is 85 pounds and Banjo weighs in at 72. (Add that to Larry's list of reasons we need a new/bigger car.)
Despite the fact that Banjo is smaller and can more easily curl up into a ball than Gravy Longlegs, he somehow manages to worm his way into the middle of the back seat, leaving poor Gravy folded into a sliver of space, often with his snout sticking straight up like a snorkel.
Gravy is also a bit of a backseat driver. He likes to see where we're going and put his head over the front seats - which assures that the driver and front seat passenger will have hot dog breath, and worse, drool on their neck for the duration of the trip.
On the way home, Gravy figured out that he could have a little more space to stretch out if he draped his neck between the two front seats - and he fell asleep (complete with some REM nose-twitching and zombie eyes) with his head in the console cup holders for a good chunk of the ride.
Escaped tongue syndrome:
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