Driving Miss Dezzy...

Dezzy, our nine-year-old boxer loves to go bye-bye. Every time I take her with me to do errands, she always winds up in the front seat. Staring out the front windshield, as if she believes she has every right to drive the car.

My nine-year-old boxer, Dezzy, loves to go bye-bye, but everytime I take her somewhere and have to leave the car for a minute or two, she seizes the opportunity to jump in the driver's seat.

      

It always takes me a minute or two to convince her she doesn't have a license, but she doesn't believe me.