There's a video on the interweb somewhere (I looked but couldn't find it) of a guy who has a right-hand-drive car and a big dog, a Great Dane or Saint Bernard, or some such.
Going down the road he crouches down low in the driver's seat with the dog riding in the passenger seat. Of course, it looks like the dog is driving and everyone they pass takes a double...triple...take. It's pretty humorous.
On the "do dogs have feelings?" front.
About 10pm last night I got a call from my sister that mom may not make it through the night. Blood pressure through the roof, very rapid heartbeat, headache, shallow breathing, flushed, etc. The nursing home said "things are changing rapidly" and recommended that we call a priest and hospice.
So, of course, I hop out of bed, take a quick shower, and head to my hometown...about an hour up the road. Obviously, I was fairly upset when I left the house.
They gave her meds and by 1 AM she was resting comfortably and my sister and I went home. I got home about 2 AM.
Our dogs sleep in our bedroom: each has its own doggy bed. They sleep there whether we're both home or just one of us is. But not last night. Chris said the entire time I was gone all three of them sat in the kitchen staring at the door leading to the garage (the door I went out of). And, as far as she knew, they never laid down, every time she looked they were just sitting there staring at the door. And did so until I came home. When I came through the door they welcomed me back, jumped up (after being invited), licked my face, and we all went upstairs to bed.
And, fortunately, mom's her normal self this morning.