Could it be?

Back in the car, yet again.  But as we drove on and on, I started to get that prickly feeling.  The hairs on my ears rose up and started to point all in one direction, and I knew with that unerring canine sense that helps lost dogs everywhere to find their way, even across continents, that we were headed towards my home.  Then I no longer cared how long it took, that I was trapped in my box, that I needed to pee, that I wished I had a squeaky.  Everything went by in a blur until I heard a whining, and realized that it was coming from me and that we were driving up my driveway.  Then Amy was there and I was dancing with joy and I leapt up and gave Lindsay a big kiss on the nose for bringing me home.