My Co-pilot... ruh-roh!
The Rhodesian Ridgeback we had before our current one could tell the days of the week by the way I was dressed.
Long pants meant "workday" and he wouldn't even get up when I was getting ready to leave, but shorts (hey, it's SoCal and we wear shorts year 'round) meant "WEEKEND" and he'd beat me to the door when he heard my keys jingle because he knew he always got to go with me.
I'd leave the windows down 'cause he'd just sit there in the passenger seat looking out the window.
With him being almost 100 pounds, I never worried about anyone taking either my truck or anything out of it!
