Many years ago; around 1975 I got a Saint Bernard. I would take the passenger side bucket seat out and let Pookie ride around town with me with the top down. One day I pulled up next to another car at a red light; the driver rolled down his window and said, "Great car and nice dog;" as I was about to say thank you Pookie shook her head and a big slobber knocker flew across, hitting the upper edge of the drivers door. Some flew inside the car as the rest oozed down his door. I yelled, "Thank You” and sped off!