Once about 15 yrs ago we rescued a female German Shepherd that we traded to our mechanic for a Chow. He kept her outside tethered to an engine block. One night he decided to put her in the shop overnight. In the morning he discovered she ate a 12' leather couch, chewed up his screwdrivers and his air hoses. She was a smart dog and he should have spent time training her as I did. The Chow that we had needed no training. She knew what to do from the get go and was a puppy when we received her.

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"WassssAAAAAPP?!?!?

There are at least five things besides the pooch in that car and I can't figure out what any of them are.

1x human head, 2x headrests, 2x roll bars?

The headrests do look a little janky.

The dog's seat is moved all the way back, the driver's seat is moved forward, that's why the headrests don't align. The roll bars don't move with the seats.

How do we know it's a human head? You're assuming.

It's human, probably female with the window up while the top is down.

I wonder if all the mirrors are pointed at the dogs face.

That's mean

"Mr. Baskerville, your hound is ready."

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Heheheheheh.

The definition of joy ... for the dog.

Quickly followed by the definition of bath.

Aussies and Belgians...

or...

maybe...