See that lovely black harness on me? See how well it fits and how adorable I look in it? You'd never know I could ESCAPE out of that in 30 seconds or less, huh?
But I can. You see, I am the master at the SPAGHETTI move. Right when you think you have a grip on me - BOOM - I become SPAGHETTI GIRL and limply ooze out of your grasp. My Mommy used to lift me up using the backside of the harness. Why not? It is safer than almost any other way to lift me up and the harness is nice and snug on my gorgeous PUG body. Ahhhh, but not when I employ my Spaghetti Girl powers. Faster than you can say Noodles - I am on the ground staring up at Mommy with my big brown eyes.
This is how I ride in the car. It is safe and comfortable although not too convenient. So why am I crated when in the car?
Well Mommy tried first the fuzzy harness and then something similar to the plaid one
|This is NOT me. It is a model portraying|
me. My car harness was actually red
She hooked me in, checked the fit, and then got into the driver's seat and pulled away. She was halfway down our street when I jumped up on the passenger seat to navigate. WHAT? she sputtered. HOW? she queried?
She returned both to the pet store for a full refund. Were they broken? she was asked. Uh, no. . . she replied . . . but they were no match for