Well if it makes you feel any better at all, a number of years back I parked to hunt pheasants and this pickup looked mighty odd to me. It was FILLED with foam and fabric right to the tops of the windows. Then I saw a pair of eyes looking out and what appeared to be a youngish retriever. Coming out of the field a guy wished me luck, and I asked how he did. He said, "No luck, but had to rest the young one and take the old boy out." I asked if that was his F150 and he replied yes. "Didn't know they used that type of foam in the seats anymore." He looked at me puzzled and I told him he might want to hurry back. That cab was just filled with shredded foam and fabric and I still laugh about it to this day. I heard a bunch of screaming but no gunshots, so I figured the dog survived the day.
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