You know as I was driving back from Canada on Monday I think I had an epiphany....

  Bubba was standing on the armrest staring at me with desperate anticipation as he patiently waited for me to give him his share of my McDonald's cheeseburger. His blood shot eyes were just drilling holes in the side of my head. He had long strings of drool hanging from his lips .  I break a piece off to feed the stubby-legged garbage pail, (making sure to keep the pickle for myself)  He swallows the food whole, shakes his head sending bits of the cheeseburger, fur and slobber flying in all directions.  He has slimed the rear mirror, my cheek and he has bits of burger hanging off his crusty ears.  He sits backs and proceeds to fall asleep while I finish my part of the cheeseburger and throw the greasy wrapper on floor of the passenger side. Then I belch my appreciation like I was a marine returning to duty after a weekend bender and I think to myself..."Hmmmm, I think I know why I could be single." :)