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Often times, my dog is too smart for my own good.  He has learned how to jump over the 5 foot wall surrounding our backyard.  He knows which doors in the house don't latch when they are shut.  He, literally, broke out of his crate so many times (usually with no indication as to how) that we finally gave up and let him roam portions of the house while we're gone.  Usually, all he wants to do is lay on our bed while we're gone since he's not allowed up there any other time.

When we all leave the house, we have to close the laundry room door since he is able to open the door to the garage.  Of course, when I'm in a rush to get Jackson to school, I don't always remember this.  It isn't usually a big deal since all he does is get stuck in the garage waiting for me to get home and let him back into the house.

When I get home, open the garage door, and discover he has gotten out again, I just open up the side door of the van and he jumps right in (surely hoping to drive somewhere more exciting).

This leads me to today's event.

He had gotten out and I opened the passenger side door and rolled down my window trying to get him to go to the other side of the van to get in (if I had really been thinking, I just would have opened the driver side door).  As I kept trying to get him to go around, he finally gave up trying to understand me and jumped right through my window, across my lap, and sat happily in the front passenger seat! 

Now he lays, content, in his usual spot right by my side.