I was driving down a main road today and, at a stop light, glanced at the car next to me that held a woman driving (but deeply engaged in a cellphone conversation) and a dog. The dog looked to be some kind of Labrador mix, and at first I couldn’t figure out what it was doing. The rear window was half-way down and liberally dusted with dried snoot juice (if your dog rides in your car, you know what I mean). As I looked, I realized the dog was licking the back of the headrest of the front passenger seat. This was a relatively new-looking car. A sedan, maybe a Toyota of some sort, and the outside was clean. I couldn’t figure out what could be on the back of the headrest, but this dog was going to town on it. The light turned green, so I went. The other car was going painfully slowly, so I figured I’d eventually lose it. But lo and behold, two stop lights later, it pulls up behind me. I Looked in the rear view mirror and saw the driver still chatting away on the phone, oblivious to the dog in the backseat giving a tongue bath to the headrest.