Stay...

I pulled into the parking lot of a crowded supermarket the other day and rolled down the windows to make sure my new Labrador puppy had some fresh air. He was sprawled out on the backseat and wanted to make sure he understood that I wanted him to remain there and not jump over my seats. I walked backward away from the car constantly saying, "Stay. Good boy. You stay there. STAY. STAY." Just then a pretty blonde lady walked by and said, "You know, you won't have that problem if you just put the car in PARK."