The head out the car window, promoted to open-cockpit flying ace

Every dog that rides past my clinic window is doing the same face — chin up, ears ripped flat, absolute conviction. So I gave Biscuit the aircraft to match: open cockpit, leather-cap era, scarf doing exactly what the ears were already doing, clouds below. Same tongue, same bliss. He always believed he was at altitude; we just corrected the paperwork. His people cried laughing and then asked for a print. Tweak: 'seaplane over a lake' for the water dogs.