When Fat fat Daddy got his Smart car, he said the boot was for me.
On our first outings in the car I was so shocked I sat in the boot unable to move. Looking sad and feeling sorry for myself.
I soon realised no-one was going to take pity on me and if I wanted to be given back my rightful position in the front seat I would have to do it myself. The humans are old and fat and by the time they have put me in the boot and walked around to get in the car themselves, I had just enough time to get into the the front.
Its ok I'll drive, you can sit in the boot.
But they kept putting me back in the boot. Then I discovered this.
That's more like it, dash board dog.