Sure, she goes on major tears around the house and terrorizes our three cats like any good Husky would, but for the most part she is a sweet little princess. Our other dog is a Labrador Retriever named Solomon. Solomon is not what you would call sweet. Sweet implies a certain quietude that our black beauty just does not possess. Some of our friends, cat people for the most part, view Solomon with the same hesitation that lapsed Christians would regard the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Cars are a lot like dogs.
Some, like the Mazda Miata, are small and scrappy, like a Beagle. Others, like the Chevrolet Suburban, are big, tough, and nearly indestructible, like a Mastiff or Malamute. Big Buicks and Cadillacs have always reminded me of tired old Basset Hounds, and snazzy sport coupes kind of remind me of my Husky princess. Last week if you had asked me what type of car best fits Solomon's temperament, I probably would have come up with a Ford F-350 with a faulty steering mechanism. But that was before I had driven Pontiac's Firebird Formula Convertible with the WS6 package.