When I walk home after I drop my daughter off at school in the morning, there’s often this silver, 2-door Honda Civic that drives by me. There’s always either one or two dogs hanging out the window.

They always bark at me, I always look over, then we acknowledge each other with guy-nods and they stop.

I think they sort of wish they were walking on the sidewalk with me, and I kind of wish I was hanging my head out their car window with them.