We were getting ready to go get Eleanor, and I sent Amanda out to the car to get something. She came running back in, breathless. "Mom, there's a dog in our car!" I tend to leave the garage door open to give the kids the opportunity to ride bikes, and I also have the bad habit of leaving the car doors open, so I wasn't entirely surprised, although I hoped it wasn't our next door dog, since he's a Golden Retriever and very big. I also hoped it wasn't some other sort of animal that Amanda had mistaken for a dog... Sure enough, the little neighborhood dog (a Shih - tzu , as I later found out) was snuffling around in our car after crumbs. This is the dog that followed me onto the porch last summer, and he's really sweet, but not shy at all. I got him out of the car, looked at his tag, and went inside to get the phone. He followed us right in and started looking around the table for more to eat---he seemed a bit astounded by the sheer volume of crumb...
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