We went down to Okotoks (pronounced ‘oak-oh-tokes’) because we needed some – oh, I forget why, but we jumped in the truck and once we were on the highway I asked Em if it would be okay if I drove for a while. Well, naturally he was reluctant, but I kept at him until finally he said “oh, okay,” and I took a position in his lap and started steering.
You know I thought it would be harder than it was, but it was alright. The truck wasn’t anywhere near as heavy as I thought it would be, and I didn’t have to look outside once. It was as if all that silly extra stuff – like knowing where I was going – was being taken care of for me. Of course, Shutterbug took a picture of me when I wasn’t ready and here I am, fully focused on the task at hand.
No, we didn’t crash, and it gave me something to write in my journal that night. And here in my blog.
Not bad for a pup who’s only seven months old.