Seamus simply adored being crammed into a crate and strapped to the roof of the vehicle, much like granny’s corpse in National Lampoon’s Vacation.
Says Ann: “He would see that crate and, you know, he would, like go crazy because he was going with us on vacation.”
In fact, the only living creature to get more excited about something is Alicia Silverstone‘s son, Bear, who absolutely worships running toward her mouth and sucking some mashed vegetables out of it, according to Alicia.
Of course, one time, the dog got sick and crapped all over himself and the windshield.
But that was simply because he’d eaten some turkey off of the counter, Ann says. And Mitt promptly hosed down everything and put the dog right back on the roof, so all was fine.
Can someone hose me down if these people ever get anywhere near the top of our governmental hierarchy?