note to self: the next time you think it’s a good idea to jump in the galaxie for a 320 mile trip without brushing a malamute who has recently been swimming, remember that you’ll spend the next 6 hours or so defensively the swatting at great gobs of undercoat swirling around the interior of the car in a vain attempt to keep them out of your hair, nose, eyes, mouth and ears.

and no, you, the smarty pants in the peanut gallery, i can’t just roll up the windows because that is againt the rules. it’s clearly spelled out in The Handbook that all windows absolutely, positively must be rolled down when cruising with a malamute on a beautiful summer day through the backroads of wisconsin.