Google

Unfortunately getting out of the car was not high on his list of priorities!!
He spent the entire night in the car (in the garage) and wasn't too anxious to leave in the morning either.
John insisted! (grabbed and hauled!!) Once Google was out, his tail went into wag mode.

You made me get INTO this crate. I am NOT getting out. Besides, there is probably a foot drop down to the floor. No way!!
You can't make me leave the car. So there! I know how to plant myself and how to become VERY heavy.
Google is still a pup. He is under a year old --- but he weighs just over 115 pounds.
His slobber production alone could solve the California water shortage. Makes for very wet kisses. It also makes it tempting to shorten his name to Goo! UPDATE: Thanks to Christine and her friend Paul, his nickname is now GUI !
Playing fetch works sometimes. Sometimes Google just looks like he is saying, "bring you WHAT bone?"
First you drag me out of the crate, and then later you expect me to get back in. What is WRONG with you people? You don't really think I am going fall for "toss the Milkbone in" twice do you? Ok, if you get in first I will crawl in and get behind you. UPDATE from Valerie: Fortunately my one trip into the crate seemed to make it an okay place. Now it is Google's personal space and it's a fine place in his estimation. Only two things go into the crate now. Google and the vacuum cleaner!
Oh, your hand tastes yummy. Let me lick your sleeves and your jeans, and your shoes, yum, ankles, oh, oh, socks! Socks are yummy.
I love YOU more. No, I love YOU more.