The dog story reminded me of Sybil. I got her at 8 weeks old, and the first trip she went on was in my '65 C20. She rode on the seat and didn't look happy at all. Got to my parent's house and their three dogs came out to greet us and little Sybil climbed up my chest and up on top of my head. She was not having anything to do with those big dogs. Once she met everyone, she wouldn't leave them alone, especially Baron. Her and Baron were best buds after that, and she let him know it by chewing on him every moment she was awake...lol...
