Luna the Escape Artist

I had a "Marley and Me" moment this morning while picking up Chris' birthday breakfast at the coffee shop. 
I'm a top-notch owner who wants to expose her dog to new things and Luna loves car rides so I brought her along and left her in the car parked in plain sight of the coffee shop with the window down. 
So I'm sitting there ordering, 5 in line people behind me...so I'm all "yup I'll have a medium Americano...a medium coff- AHHHHHHHHH LUNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" 
My dog runs by the coffee shop front door. 
I SPRINT to the door, leaving my keys and wallet at the counter, to wrangle my airhead animal who had wiggled out of the half-opened window and rappelled down the side of my car.
I left my keys on the counter inside so I unlocked my car through the window - and what happens?
The effing car alarm goes off.
So I have my 45 pound dog under my arm, the car alarm is going off, my keys and wallet on the counter inside, and a small audience gawking. I get Luna back in the car and sprint back inside to get my keys.
I turn around and Luna is, once again, half in and half out of my window, stretched down on the side of my car and appears to be stuck. I scream yet again and sprint back outside (car alarm still going off, dog still hanging out the window, wallet still on counter).
Finally, I put her in the car, stopped the alarm, rolled up the window, composed myself, and walked back into BuzzBru Coffee like absolutely nothing happened. Naturally.
Henry would never pull this shit. He would just howl his head off until I came back and then eat all my food and spill all my coffee.