Poor Rowdy. Here he is searching high and low for Hubby who had gone around the side of the house, in the garage door and put the garage door down. Rowdy had been on the front porch but by the time he got around to the garage the door was down, so he came back out front in search of Hubby and then led me around to the side gate to let him into the backyard where he also searched frantically for the man that he loves.
By the time he got in the doggie door, through the garage and into the house, Hubby had already come out the front door and was on the porch.
This is a dog on the go!
He'd drive if I let him,
just go go go,
but he's not 16 yet so giving him the keys is out of the question.
I did however take him for a ride out the driveway and up and down the street so he could stick his head out the window and feel the wind between his overbite.