Time travelling with the dog

I read an amusing link via a friend's twitter account yesterday.  It involves dogs and cars.  Yesterday I was strapping Coco into her harness and clipping it into the seat belt holder on the back seat ready for our trip to the station to pick R up from the train and I kept thinking about it and giggling to myself.

 

What the article pointed out was that dogs don't actually realise that when we get in the car, we are in control of what happens and where we go.  There is no way that they can know that us putting in a key, turning the wheel or pushing pedals makes the car move.  To the dog, we put on our special harnesses, buckle ourselves up, there's an odd rumbling movement and if you look out of the window, the landscape goes all blurry.  Things stop, and you end up in a totally different place.  How did that happen?  Sometimes someone else gets in the magic box,and off you go again.  How did they get there?  You never know where you'll end up.  Sometimes it's fun like going to a different park to run around, sometimes it's not so much fun and you end up at that place called a vet where they stick injections in your fur and do unmentionable things with a thermometer. Who knows where you'll end up?  Just roll the dice, strap yourself in and go off on an adventure.