I had a pointing chocolate lab, his name was chewy and he was our pride and joy…most of the time.
1. From the time he was a pup I took him everywhere and he always rode up front on the bench seat of truck with me unless he just came out of the marsh. I would either stuff him in my shirt white his head out or hold him as pup while driving and then he got too big for it in my mind…not his.
Anyway he loved riding up front and he would help…periodically he would reach his paw and flip the gear shift lever on the column…that was always interesting…and then also he liked to change the radio station too.
Back to him riding on lap as a pup, at 85lbs he still thought he was a pup and much of time he would sit on my lap like he did as a pup. Then he would rip one, and it would be awful, I mean ruin a piece of new gum bad.
Well after he farted, he would then move over to the passenger side of the bench seat and look out the window…I would say chewy was that you and he would not even look over me…just sit there looking out window like nothing happened. He was great dog, flatulence and all. Hard not laugh. That’s exactly what I would do.