The dog with his head out the window, mouth closed, the wind folding his jowls and exposing his clenched teeth like he was growling at the hot sun. He’s been like that for the last 150 miles, 65mph winds shooting through his nose and exiting out his ears. Wonder why the dog don’t get hit with any of these bugs that splatter against my windshield. Ah cheez, talking to myself. Five hours of driving through the middle of nowhere and I’m loosing it. Ha funny, the dog just looked at me, he knows.