He always starts, and always stops when I ask. When we had a big tire blowout, traveling in excess of 70 mph, car gracefully let me pull him over to the side without mishap. No panic on his part. Car is my protector, my home away from home. All the Gang greyhounds love Car.
Car is the first thing they know when they leave behind the life of crates, and slavery, and pain.
He is their first haven. And they never forget that. They trust Car. They can be scared of everything around them, but they know that Car will protect them. Yes, yes, yes.