I Ranked Beneath The Family Dog
Language: en
We upgraded from our cramped sedan to a seven-seater SUV, and I smiled packing for our road trip. With six of us, I thought my days curled in the trunk were over. I was wrong. At the car, the only empty seat held my younger brother Finn’s Golden Retriever. Finn grinned, scratching the dog. “VIP seat, Peanut.” My voice chilled. “Where do I sit?” Finn shook my arm. “Peanut gets anxious. He barks all trip if he’s uncomfortable. You’ve ridden the trunk for years. You’re used to it. Don’t fight the dog.” Grandparents agreed from the back. “Peanut’s temper means no peace if locked in.” “For the…