Mom and Dad had to go somewhere and I had to go in my crate. “What! I thought I was BIG“. Mom said I am, but sometimes I still have to go in my crate when they leave. I can only stay out when they are gone for just a few minutes, but someday I’ll be like Toby and stay out ALL the time. Can you believe she said that? You’d think being almost 1-year old would count for something.
So, you wonder what all that has to do with nose prints. I’m getting to that. Mom came back and said there were nose prints all over her rear-view mirror, whatever that is, and they were definitely DOG nose prints. How do I know she didn’t stick HER nose up there and is just saying that? What if some other dog broke into our car and stuck its nose on that mirror thing.
I do sorta remember that she had to go back in the house the last time we went somewhere. She hadn’t gotten me all settled in the back seat yet and she said something. I can’t remember if it was “stay out of the front seat” or “Sage, guard the front seat”. I like the last one best, don’t you?
Uh-oh. I just thought of something else. There’s some good in being only 1-year old–my nose prints probably aren’t on file with the Federal Bureau of Noses or Noserpol. Maybe I should lick the mirror clean before they end up there!! Good idea, huh?