Took a roadie up North last weekend, and has anyone ever tried sleeping in a 2001 Ford Taurus (raise your paws)? They are not made for dogs, let me tell you that. First of all, the only way to get from front to back is to leap of a chasm of doom filled with granola bar wrappers, windshield washing fluid, and bank pens. And I DON’T like standing in garbage, ok?? Second of all, every time I try and get comfy on the seat, I get this crazy urge to try and dig up the fabric. Why? Who knows! It just happens. Why do people grow mustaches? Exactly.
So anyways, I found the perfect position for travel. And as an extra bonus, it’s right by the defrosters! Check it: