I was in town for the weekend and during that time we had some errands to run. Since Louise refused to leave my side, she came with us wherever possible.
Louise was not a fan of the car I had rented for the weekend. If she wasn't on my wife's lap, then she had to be in the back seat - and the seatbacks were so close that she could not move between them without some assistance. This meant that if she was in the back, she was stuck in the back unless we helped her into the front. Needless to say, this offended her Pug sensibilities.
The only redeeming quality for the car in Louise's mind was how low it was to the ground. It made it very easy for her to get in/out of, even if that meant getting into the back.