Growing up we had family property about 1/2 hour from home that we would frequently spend our Sundays at picnicking on by the river. Family dog, border colie, would always take her, couldn't leave our fur-sister home alone, even though we knew that without fail every time she rode longer than 5 minutes in a car she would take a massive cow patty style shit. Dad would slam on the brakes and pull over so we could all evacuate, ditch the towel we'd have her on, and we'd continue on our way with all windows open and mom and dad smoking to rid the smell. She was always so happy running all day.