The following is a common scene in my car:
As soon as the car door opens, Rusty knows where to get in and he sits between the kids the whole ride.
He is always very good, lets Peter play with him, and sometimes curls up to sleep; but he also sometimes gets some treats.
The other day I gave Peter a box of animal crackers to occupy him after we went to the park. A minute later I heard Peter laughing and watched him stick a cookie into the dog's mouth.
"No, Peter! Do not feed Rusty your cookies!" I yelled back at him.
"Feed Rusty Cookies!" was his exclamation in response.
I think he missed a few of mommy's words in there some how.