He would end up on the center counsel between Jaimee and I until his mama would repremand him. But soon, he would again put his front paws on the counsel, then his chest would come forward, and soon his butt would be seated as far forward as he could get. If I called him on it, he would freeze and stare forward. No amount of anger on his mother's part would keep him from his inching forward. Somehow his thinking was, if he didn't look me in the eyes, I wouldn't know he was there!
When Jaimee would finally convince him to get back where he belonged, he would lie there sad and forlorn. We knew he was dreaming of a time when he could show off his driving prowess.