Back in my day, the obligatory Black Lab sat in one of two places while I was out "aviating":
1. Placidly, in the passenger seat of my mint-condition pre-WWII Triumph Gloria 6-cyl roadster (British Racing Green of course, with saddle interior), or...
2. Inside the Officers' Mess, gnawing on a good soup bone from the kitchen...no scraps...until the lads stood her a pint of bitters upon our return from the sortie.
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