working class dog

Spring is changeable here in Utah, with 75 degrees in the valley one day and snow on the lawn the next, but it is  definitely getting warmer and sunnier.  This pretty much makes everyone happy except for B: the warming up means that she can no longer go to work with H and sit in the truck all day, every day, as she does during the winter.  Don't ask me why she likes to do this - for some reason she is convinced that we will not come back if we leave her in the house, but she is confident of our return if she gets to wait in the vehicle.  That dog loves being in the truck, even for hours at a time, and is sooooooo sad when H tells her that she has to stay home.  Her new thing, just started in the last week or so, is this: after H takes her out for one last squirt in the morning, she dives under the truck and puts her saddest face on.  He has to drag her out from underneath and put her in the house, at which point she retreats under the bed and sulks the day away.  Poor little thing really wears her heart on her sleeve ... or would, if she wore sleeves.

Please don't leave me here!