Actually, the dog loves the car ride and I love the company.
I never accuse her of being a backseat driver.
But, sometimes, I accuse her of smelling like a dog.
I’ll occasionally remind her that she’s the best dog in the world…except when she gets into the kitchen trash.
When I say the word “trash” her ears go back and her eyes seem to say,”let’s not ruin a loving moment here by mentioning my one tiny flaw!”
I pat her on the head, give her ears a scratch, and silently agree.