Except that the window was closed, because it was cold outside. Not only did the dog look at me, he looked at the man behind me, back to me, and then turned back to face the front.
At another red light, I saw another dog: a Great Pyrenees. He looked at me and then looked out the other window.
Monty sometimes veers right during our walks. It's usually at this point that he pauses and looks over his right shoulder at me. When I wave to him or say his name, he turns back and keeps walking. I need to learn how to make that expression.
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