Today when my person and I got back from our walk my neighbor dog Toby and one of his people were out in their yard. Well, of course I had to go over and see them.
But when we got there I found something even more interesting. So I ignored Toby – well I did give him a little sniff first – and brushed by Toby’s person, and headed for the open trunk.
I’m a sucker for any open car door, but I’ve never tried a trunk before. I wonder how it works, riding in a trunk.
Hmmm. Something in here smells pretty good.
I’m not sure how this is going to work though – riding back here. I don’t seem to be able to look out the window. Maybe there’s a way to get a better view.
Oh, wait a minute. I just figured out what a trunk is for. It’s not for riding in at all.
Now that I’m in the trunk I’m at the perfect height.
My neighbor can give me loves and he doesn’t have to bend over at all.
Somebody sure was smart when they invented the trunk.
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