One very hot day recently, we decided to go over to our storage unit and do a little cleaning out. Rachel was still at Grandma's on the farm in Wisconsin, so it was just Pam, Frank, and the dog.
At first, Caesar was sniffing around and checking his 'pee-mail' but then Frank stopped and asked,
"Hey! Where'd the dog go?"
Five minutes after we arrived and started working, Caesar was back in the car, ready to go for another ride.
I like the way that dog thinks.