A dog's life

I've been driving a borrowed Miata around Los Angeles the last few days. It's a 1993 model, fairly similar to my 1986 MR2 in size and performance and feel. It actually feels just a bit less peppy, with a narrower power band, maybe 3500 to 4500 RPM. It's a convertible, and that finally prompted me to do something I should have done a long time ago: buy Kona a dog seat belt. I did some online research and found very strong warnings against harnesses with load-bearing nylon buckles, which could easily break under stress. At the Centinela Feed pet store, that's all they had, so that's what I got. At least she can't jump out, although I think she's actually a bit nervous of the Miata—certainly she's terrified when I raise the roof with her inside— and she just sits quite still, or lies down so her nose almost interferes with shifting.