I was about to get in my car yesterday when something big and brown went sailing by and took up the passenger seat. It was a dog, a chocolate lab. I had seen this dog around the condo complex, but I didn't really know him.
Come on, let's go.
Truth is, I didn't really mind if he rode along to the post office. It would've been fine with me, but you can't just drive off with people's dogs.
Well his person soon showed up.
"Is that your dog in my car?"
"You mean he just got in your car?"
"I guess he wants to go for a ride."
"He's never done that before."
So, Harley found himself getting ordered out of my car--but not by me. Dogs just can't have any fun.