Dude, I'd like to try to sit in a vet.... but the last time I tried (not sure the make), I couldn't get my legs into the cab. Mabye if I crawled all the way across and then backed in... no, just not a good fit.

Remind me to tell you about the time I went on a date using my brother's Triumph Spitfire. One date, on the way out to the dinner place she asked me to take her back home. Imagine Ace Ventura, pet detective.