I have two yorkies, Princess and Hoagie. Princess hates to ride, Hoagie loves to. I never used to leave without him and he always sat on the console. On Wed. I stopped to run an errand and Hoagie jumped out --
he NEVER does this! Anyway, I ran and yelled to catch him, as we were very close to a busy intersection. Well, I caught him, but had to dive to catch him. Needless to say, I am having surgery on my broken wrist in about an hour. If he ever gets to ride again, it will be in a crate! I am just grateful I got to him before he got to the intersection. I wouldn't be able to live with myself.