What has 42 teeth, sheds an abundance of carpet-clogging hair, and enjoys nothing more than a good dig in the garden?
No, not your hairy, abnormally toothy archaeologist uncle. We’re talking about your pet pooch.
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And while you may not savour driving said uncle around – nobody wants to spend hours cleaning back-hair out of the crevices of the front passenger seat, after all – you no doubt look forward to time on the road with your beloved dog. If you don’t, perhaps you’re driving the wrong car.
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