I decided to take Willow for a run this morning.
(which, yes, means I AM HOME)
I put her in the back seat and hopped into the driver seat.
And then she scampered right into shotgun.
And it’s hard to convince a dog who outweighs you to sit elsewhere, once they’ve picked shotgun, is the thing.
If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, right?
And then instagram ‘em.
Which I did.
And a certain California living nephew and brother are also in town.
There are a whole lot of Latshaw round these parts.
And I don’t mind one bit.
Well, the next thing will be Willow wanting to drive. Draw the line somewhere, Jess!
She does like shotgun. Personable companion.
Does she ride shotgun with you, pop? It surprised me so much! And she wouldn’t budge! But yes, she’s a sweetheart. There’s nothing a like a good dog, huh?
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lol, mom–very very literal of you!
have to say it’s so hard to hear the word shotgun and not shudder