It is a compact car, like a Nissan or some Toyota, parked across the street from where I am waiting for the bus. Sitting in the shotgun seat is a big headed Golden Retriever, with large, doleful eyes. These eyes made him resemble a patient Grandfather as he looked out the side window at me. In the back of the car, but obscured by the angle of the afternoon Fall sun, is a frisky, apparently black dog. Every time this back-seat-dog barks and jumps around against the rear window, he causes the car to roll six inches forward. He stops and then the car rolls back again to its original spot. So for the 10 minutes I waited for the bus to arrive, the front seat dog, was rocking and rolling to the antics of the back seat dog. Speak of a doleful look! The street is fortunately dead flat where this R&R was taking place, because otherwise…..