My dad had a custom-made license plate holder for his old diesel wagon that said "The Ike-mobile". Ike was his greyhound that he used to take for rides to a local dairy farm for the exclusive purpose of buying him some soft-serve vanilla ice cream. Later, when Ike got bone cancer, he used to drive him to a specialist four hours away on a pretty regular basis until the cancer finally won out. Man, did he love that dog so much.