For everyone who has ever had a dog, known a dog, or met a dog on the street. Or a kitty. Dear Departed Mariah would be fine in the car and then literally be completely hysterical in a hotel room. I once had to cut her out of a motel box springs. (Memo: Always travel with a Leatherman. And duct tape.) And now, as long as the car is moving, Miss Kitty is yowling at the top o f her lungs — unless she is thowing up. Happy laughing . . .