Is that a Full Moon?

Today I picked up Ray and his friend Murphy at school. We walked to the car, both the dogs and I happy to be going home early after a long week at school and work (respectively). I opened the back door of the car and Murph jumped right in, hogging the back seat. Ray stood nervously on the pavement undecided about what to do. I lifted his front feet onto the seat then hoisted his butt into the car and shut the door.

I hoisted my own butt into the drivers seat, started the car, and rolled down the windows as far as they would go (which is only half way in back. Child protective measure? I've never been sure...). Ray still stood in same position that I had hoisted him, his tail curled out the widow, his butt pressed against the pane of glass that was exposed above the edge of the door. We drove home with Ray attracting attention, his tail blowing in the breeze, his butt mooning passing motorists.