I had one of those moments this morning.
When you feel like you're in a commercial for some hip trendy car, or target.
Something cute.
I was driving down the road. A two lane road. And I was in the left lane. And Dylan was standing on my lap with his head out of the cracked window.
And I pulled up to a light.
And a guy pulled up beside me.
And.
He had a similar looking dog (a bit scruffier).
Standing on his lap.
With it's head out the crack of the window.
And some dreamy poppy music was playing via WUSB.
And we looked at each other.
And started laughing.
Us.
In our dirty cars.
With our pups on our laps.
and similar musical tastes (his bumper stickers told that story).