Gladys and I share a car.
It’s definitely our domain.
Wes says he has no part in it and only gets in it to chauffeur us around. I did feel slightly bad for my mother in law when she had to hop in the back seat with Gladys last night along with umbrellas, rainboots, sandals, many a music book, leashes, collapsed boxes, and after inspection, (‘uh, guys, whats going on underneath the passenger seat? There’s a flashing light,’), a flashlight that she was stepping on. At least I’ll be prepared for whatever may come my way.
I always kind of feel bad for Glad on Sundays. They’re pretty boring days for her. We almost always take her with us because we never quite know what a day may bring forth. And she spent a lot of time in the beast today. (Got lots of nice walks between stops though).
So does the chauffeur.
They’re nice to have along.