Bean Sprout is so happy to join us on excursions, he literally jumps into his bag all by himself.
The bag is open on top, and can be flapped shut if we need to conceal him. Both ends have vents, and when he's tired of being cute and flirty, he can just snuggle down and breathe through his "windows."
It's a lot funner than it sounds. We've scoped out the pooch-friendly venues, and he loves making friends. He has his portable water and kibbles.
Meh. I'm too tired to try to twist this into a "Bush's Failed Foreign Policy" post.
Feel free to improvise.