Whenever we go places in the car I lay on Mom’s lap. Usually I lay the other way, with my head towards Dad, but sometimes I want to look out the window.
But. Mom and Dad’s Ford Escape is not properly designed. The bottom of the window is too high for a Shiba to relax on a human’s lap and place their jaw on the door frame to see out the window. I do it anyway in protest of the fact they have not yet bought me a sports car, where everything is nice and low.
