That is a great dog.
Both my Irish Wolfhounds thought of themselves as lap dogs. My first loved car rides and I took him to our local trout pond to play. He jumped over me and out of the car, but I still had the leash around my wrist. So now I’ve got my feet beneath the pedals, my back on the ground and the dog straining to play with a young woman who is backing away from us with horrified eyes as I ask, “You’re not afraid of dogs, are you?”