Isn't that how the saying goes?

Dog's certainly the copilot I'd choose, at any rate.

This is Arwen's favourite perch, when we're on the road.

In the second picture, she's actually fallen asleep on Tim's shoulder.

Her pretzel contortions are yet another echo of Mira, her predecessor.

As for Soleil, she's digestively challenged at the moment, so it's off to the vet in the morning.

In other news, we have yet another dog-inflicted injury to report; I'm sporting the first black eye of my life. I was doing some pilates work on the living room floor, and the dogs were playing nearby with a bone; they let go and it hit me in the face. You can't make this up. At least it was me and not Tim's big flat screen TV that took the hit.