Brinks, our 90-pound pit, always rode in the back seat of my little Nissan. She would run from one side of the car to the other so she could bark at __everything!_ There’s no way I could have driven with her in the front. Some days, I was afraid she’d tip over the car with her shenanigans.
Brinks, our 90-pound pit, always rode in the back seat of my little Nissan. She would run from one side of the car to the other so she could bark at __everything!_ There’s no way I could have driven with her in the front. Some days, I was afraid she’d tip over the car with her shenanigans.