There’s just something special about a dog and her ride.

This morning, Abbi was already waiting by the door before I even grabbed my keys—ears perked, tail wagging, and giving me that “I know you’re not leaving without me” look. And let’s be real… I wasn’t. We loaded up, windows cracked just enough for a good sniff session, and off we went. Abbi settled into the passenger seat like she owned it—head up, eyes alert, nose twitching with every breeze. If there was a smell within a five-mile radius, she was logging it. At stoplights, she stared down the drivers next to us like a seasoned co-pilot. One guy waved. She didn’t wave back, but she did blink at him very dramatically. We didn’t have a big destination in mind—just a few errands and a detour through her favorite drive-thru for a little “pup cup” reward. By the time we headed home, she was riding lower in the seat, tongue lolling, eyes heavy, clearly satisfied with a job well done.

Abbi doesn’t need a map. As long as she’s with her person, every ride is the best ride ever.