What am I doing in the car, you ask? Well, I'd like to know that myself. Mom's college roommate (Jessica) got married in So Cal this past weekend, so Mom and Dad loaded up the car and we were off. The car, in case you don't already know, freaks me out. Like, REALLY. I don't mind the short trips to the dog park anymore (I actually stick my head out of the window now!), but long distance drives make me shiver. Mom gave me slepy peanut butter and everything, but I couldn't stay in the back seat. All I wanted was to be in the front... in Mom and Dads laps. In this picture, I've managed to make my way onto Mom's lap in the front seat. I was much more comfortable there (especially because I got to use her pillow). Mom and Dad kept talking about "Bishop" and what they are going to do with me. I think they are going to fabricate something that will allow me to keep my butt in the backseat, but allow me to rest my head between them. Boy, I hope so. Otherwise, it is going to be a VERY painful 9 hours... for all of us.
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