“What the fuck? This isn’t our car. It smells weird. I don’t like this, I don’t like this at all. I might lie on my back and pee in the air. This is awful. I’m scared.”
“It’s OK, Dusty. She’s here. We’re all here. Our beds are here. It’s all fine.”
“How can you be so sanguine, Mindy?”
“Well, first it’s my nature. Second, I think if she’s here we’re fine. If she comes back when she leaves us, we’re fine. I don’t worry about every little thing like SOME dogs I know. She always takes care of us.”
“It’s OK Dusty,” I tell him from the front seat. “We’re going home. You can quit pacing and breathing hard.”
“See? I told you, Dusty. Lily isn’t worried.”
“Yeah but she’s a wild animal. We’re pets.”
“There is that. But really, Dusty, learn to keep it under control a bit. You’ll have a happier life.”
“You’re probably right, Mindy, but when I start getting scared, it’s a fast and slippery slope all the way to terror.”
“Lie down, Dusty,” I say.
“Do what she said. I have a feeling this time home is a long ways away.” Mindy closed her soft, sweet beautiful eyes and as a model for Dusty, went to sleep.