Back when my kids were little, we had a great dog named Max. He was a Heinz 57, mostly border collie, the kind of dog with the hair all over his face so you can't see his eyes.
One Sunday morning I had taken Max with me to get donuts for the family. I had parked right in front of the plate glass window at the small donut shop.
As I was ordering my dozen, I heard people start laughing. I turned around, and there was Max sitting in the driver's seat with both his paws on the top of the steering wheel. Guess he was ready to drive me home!
Renee