A dog poop story about Badge

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I had a '62 Chevy station wagon that used as a truck, and my main (only) transportation. 

So Badge and I were traveling from some where to some where, on one of the interstates in Denver, in traffic. Badge had to poop and there was no way to stop.  

I kept telling her to hang on, she kept looking at me with progressively more pained expressions, and danced around the back of the car.

We finally got off the highway and could stop. Slid to a stop and Badge jumped out and pooped with the most relieved expression I've seen on a dogs face.

I don't believe she cared which way she was facing.