Max was an excellent co-pilot on my trip to San Antonio. It was 5 hours of boredom for that puppy, but he knew the routine on the return trip. Lots of time spent looking out the window and only one bark at a "mean" motorcycle that sped by us. Lots of curious "bah-bah-bah's" with all the new things he saw though. He also figured out that when I leave him in the car, I might come back with french fries or potato chips! You can see the window has many smudges on the inside.
Here's a picture of his sleepiness:
and another:
