I instruct the kids to get in and buckle up. They, of course, are excited that we're bringing Vera with us. I proceed to clumsily lift Vera and place her in the front seat. The nice thing about greyhounds is that they curl up into a little ball when they lay down. Unbelievably so. Anyway, I sit in the driver seat, buckle up and think to myself, "This won't be so bad."
About 2 minutes later my 70lb greyhound decides she's not comfortable and I end up having dog ass in my face as I'm driving 45mph down a busy road. Not the most responsible of decisions, I know. As I'm struggling to get her to lay back down my 5 year old blurts out, "Mom, we need a smaller dog!"
We made it to Petsmart in one piece and I immediately called a friend to come to our rescue. Thank God for friends who are willing to rescue you in moments such as these.