Dog Breath

En route to a week on the coast Fribble the dog STOOD shaking anxiously in the back of the car with his head over the girls shoulders and his breath offending them with each exhale.
On top of his pungent breath-- he drooled. I assume most dogs sit after a few minutes in the car. Not Frib. He stood, tongue out, bad breath in full swing-- the entire journey.

Toward the end of the road trip Audrey had set up a drool guard on her arm rest.

While the girls tried their hardest to deal with him the pictures tell the story of how their patience was wearing thin. Three hours of inhaling dog breath will weaken even the most steadfast.