This was one of those times that my planning could have been better. My little dog, Buster, and I were making a trip from Cheyenne to Montana to visit the folks. With no warning (or not much, at any rate), we found ourselves surrounded by cattle and in the midst of the drive. At 25 pounds, Buster apparently did not feel he was a match for them. He sat in his doggie seat (actually a bed) in the Subaru and simply stared in disbelief at them through the window. He didn't bark once.

I found this T-shirt in the sort through to find things to re-home. I still find it amusing and suspected a few others might, too.