I brought the dogs with me to drop my daughter off at preschool today, with the intention of taking them for a walk afterwards. I parked in the shade, cracked the windows and left them “safely” in the back of the car.
I have always felt lucky (and, admittedly, a little smug) that I never needed a dog gate for the inside of my car (“doggie jail”). Neither Martha nor Rocky would ever dream of migrating to the backseat. Well, it appears that Ace has other plans.
After leaving them alone for 6 minutes max, I returned to find Ace, naked, sitting in Sophie’s (now crumb-free) car seat after somehow houdini-ing his way out of his harness and launching his little body into the backseat.
And it smelled like barf.
As Sophie says, “Ace is still learning the rules.”
True. Though I think I will start shopping for a barrier to keep him safely incarcerated in the back of the car. The fact that he managed get out of his harness (and turn on the radio – without the car key!) is concerning, to say the least.