My lovely wife and I pulled into my dad’s place at 3 a. m. after a 17.5 hour drive from Texas.
The drive was long, but uneventful. My only encounter with a State Trooper was at the Florida welcome center. He was a dog lover and wanted to say hi to my dog. When the dog jumped up in the driver’s seat, the trooper asked if the dog was going to drive -after all, he had a dog license.
I told him I’d let the dog drive, but I’d hold his leash ‘cause I’m not crazy.
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