When Mom, Dad and I go places together, Clyde goes, too. We puppies get relegated to the back seat, and, initially, neither of us talks to the other
(it's cramped, back there, & we both need air).
Eventually, though, Clyde comes to rest away from the window,
and by and by discovers the virtue of a really soft pillow
And I get drooly patches on my dungarees.
What a tradeoff!
Don't forget to seek out other critters at Modulator's Friday Ark!