We were getting ready to leave Grandma Barb and Pap's and I found Triskal in the car, ready to go. Except for one small problem. She sits in the very back, and she'd wedged herself into the back seat where there was no room to turn around. So she did what any 100 pound Newfoundland would do... she climbed up and sat in the smallest car seat of all, Damon's. At least she had the good grace to look embarrassed.
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