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I was reading the paper. My dog brought
his leash to me. Same old thing. "Skippy," I said, "I'm going to teach you to drive." Skippy cocked his head. I'd bought doggy extensions for the gas and brake pedals from Petsmart and installed them myself. As we went out side, Skippy wagged his tail. I'd left the leash behind. This was a new adventure. The dog sat straight in the car. His paws were on the steering wheel. "I'm sure you've watched me do this lots of times," I said. "So...." Using his teeth, the dog put the key in the ignition and started the car. Slowly, Skippy backed out. I rolled down the window and waved to the neighbors. "Teaching the dog to drive," I told them. Skippy kept his eyes on the road. He used his turn signals. He went a bit slow, and his stops were a bit jerky, but didn't do so bad for his first time behind the wheel. Then Skippy saw a cat. He barked, which was okay, then tried to run over the cat, which wasn't. Skippy chased the cat through an alley. He knocked over garbage cans, smacked a telephone pole, backed up, and kept driving. "Stop," I yelled. Out of the alley, the dog drove up on lawns. He saw other cats. We went up on sidewalks. I tried to grab the wheel, but Skippy snarled. He almost bit me. The crazy mutt. He didn't realize the seriousness of the situation until we heard a siren and saw a red light in the rear view mirror. Skippy stopped and howled. He put his head on the steering wheel. The officer came over to us. "Teaching the dog to drive, huh?" he said. "Where's the canine's learner's permit?" "Uh...uh," I said. The officer put his head in the car, probably to say a few choice words to Skippy. Skippy licked his face. "Ahhh," the officer said. His voice had softened. "Okay, okay. I'm going to let you off wth a warning, but next time, well, you'd better watch your p's and q's." The driving lesson ended. I drove home with a bent fender and frayed nerves. I guess some dogs should never get behind the wheel. Skippy is smart, but driving is not for him. There are other things I can teach him. Tomorrow we're going to the library where I'll check out a bunch of children's books for starters. By the end of the year, Skippy will be reading War and Peace. #
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