Towels on the Car Seat

This weekend I was on tenterhooks for most of the time to be honest. Owner's Daughter and Small Boy arrived late in the morning. On recent occasions they have been accompanied by Diesel Dog Daughter, and of course, Diesel Dog. I do struggle to understand hoomuns sometimes, but you would think that I ought to understand a fellow K9 quite easily. But Diesel Dog is in a league all of his own and could often be described as just unfathomable. For instance, demented badger running up and down the back of the garden, what's that all about then? He seems to like to run through the cottage round the outside and back through to do it all over again, something which I'm at a complete loss to understand! On this occasion he appeared to be absent although I did keep a very wary eye on the door, the gate, and everywhere else he appeared from in past visits. After a while, Owners Daughter suggested that we should visit a pub in her brand new car. Now I like cars, they are my favourite, so are pubs. The Owner likes them too, although he tends to dribble a lot and spill his beer, I have noticed. Well I was not about to be left at home if there were cars and pubs involved so when Owners Daughter opened the boot lid, without hesitation, I was in. Ah..... I hadn't allowed for the canvas painting in the boot which she was apparently working on. Well, never mind, I am sure with a bit of The Owner's special duct tape it will be as good as new in no time! I rather got the impression that I was not supposed to be riding in the back of her new car and then Small Boy spread a towel on the back seat and opened the door nearest me. Well you don't need to be asked twice do you? So I ran through the puddle and jumped straight in. I noticed immediately that there was a towel there and I know how upset with me The Owner gets when I lay on his towels in the washing basket where he puts the stuff as it comes out of the tumble dryer and as I had already been frowned at once and didn't want to get frowned at again so early in their visit. So I jumped nimbly across and sat on the seat the other side. Small Boy could sit on the towel if he liked but I was not going to risk being frowned at again by leaving muddy pawprints all over the towel! I shouldn't have bothered as I still got frowned at! It will all brush off when it is dry anyway!!!!! Don't know what the fuss was all about, it quite ruined my trip to the pub!