I usually sleep on the floor of the car, but when I smell the girl’s BG out of whack, I generally get up and put my head in the girl’s lap. It gives me one last close up sniff to determine if the problem is “alert worthy”. The mom used to just think I was being cute. But it’s more than that. Oh, and cute. And that’s ok. I’m cute and functional.
Off to alert. Or sleep. Or both.