Another look. This one says...
OK... while I fry in this 100+ heat, why are you not in the driver seat putting this tin can-with-no-roof into gear to stir up some much needed breeze?
I did. And, still The Dog insisted upon putting his floppy-eared Weimaraner head next to the gear-shift handle.
Please note: there's no towel where I sit to protect my fanny from the scalding black leather upholstery.
Gads.
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