That's the sound I hear every morning just after I drop my son off at school.
Making the turn onto Providence Road into heavy traffic is something that requires my full attention and hands so I'm not paying much mind to the goings on inside my car until I hear the infamous, "Slurp, Slurp, (followed by a long pause) then BURRRRP. I curse, "Damn it, Dash!"
But it's always too late, he's already chugged the remains of my coffee. A Jack Russell Terrier on caffeine is never a good thing.