Corrine Told Me A Story

I told her that she has to tell the readers.
I'm sure Corrine, being a blonde and all, gets this a lot.

I pulled into a crowded parking lot and rolled down the car windows to;
make sure my golden retriever had fresh air.
She was stretched out on the back seat, and I wanted to impress upon her that she must remain there.
I walked to the curb backward, pointing my finger toward the car and saying emphatically,
'Now YOU stay!! Do you hear me? Stay!! Stay!!'
The driver in a nearby car, perhaps noting that I am a natural blonde (??), gave me a strange look and said:
"Why don't you just put it in Park?"