What is it with dogs and cars? Some hate them because they get car sick, or perhaps the only time they ride in the car is to go to the vet. Other dogs just have to hear the slightest jingle of keys and they're off like a shot waiting in the car for you, smoking a cigarette, elbow propped on the window and that "what took ya so long" look on their faces.
My dog Emma knows that a car ride most likely means going to the beach. She sits in her little booster seat (so she can see out the window), safely strapped in riding shotgun with Mum while hubby is relegated to the back seat. My husband thinks I have my priorities mixed up. Emma thinks life is good as long as we're together. That's my girl!
watercolor, pen and ink. Wasn't loving the topic, but hope I rose to the challenge :)