"That's No Dog! That's My, er. Uh..."

So I'm riding from Dulles Airport to downtown DC. My buddy Joseph is driving. Didier is up front. I'm in the back seat. We pass this guy and I notice he has his dog in his lap. Well, I THOUGHT it was his dog. The driver seemed pretty happy. Had this big smile on his face.

I yelled to Joseph to slow down and let him catch back up.

It was snowing so I figure he was bringing wood home for some kind of fire. At least Clinton did it between the Bushes.