My mohair glovebox

So, after leaving Jefferson, we proceeded to Sherwood to pick up the dogs from the in-laws.
On the way home, we had so much crap (read: belongings) in the truck that only Houla would fit in the back, so Addie rode up front in Nathan's lap. She was a little antsy and as Nathan was petting her he discovered the static electricty had built up in the truck and whenever her doggy hairs would come off of her, they flew directly to the glove box and stayed there.
He was so fascinated by this that I was afraid the dog would be bald by the time I got her home.
It of course needed to be documented.
So here it is.