This past summer, as I have many times over the past 15 years, I took to the road with a beagle. From Washington, Hammy and I headed south, then north, then west — until we hit the Pacific Ocean. He loves sniffing out new places and knows the drill in the car: He hops into his plastic crate, which is secured in the back of my decade-old Honda CR-V, curls into a bagel shape and sleeps until the next rest stop.
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