A Naughty Pug

Homer came for a ride with me to pick up the huz from work this afternoon. Now I remember why his car rides have been cut back--when it is just me with him he is a wild pug, and bounces all around the front seat. We've tried various doggy seat belts, but he wiggles his way out every time. No substitute for someone's lap, I suppose. This picture is of me giving him a stern talking to at a red light. His only consolation is having the window down and getting distracted by the world passing by.