Thursday, August 25, 2011

In which your author spots a dog driving a car

In which your author spots a dog driving a car

"Bloody hell!" I exclaimed in shock and surprise, "There's a dog driving that car!"

And indeed, there was a dog, sitting on its owner's lap, cruising past us without the slightest care in the world.

On the M25 motorway. At 80 miles per hour.

For Fido, not a single shit was given that day.

Of course, no one would be THAT stupid to allow their dog to sit, completely unrestrained on their lap, as they drove down the fast lane of the busiest highway in western Europe, because they'd be banned from driving forever, and paraded on one of those 'Police, Camera, Action' shows, hourly, for the next two decades.

There has to be some sort of logical explanation.

And, dammit, there is:

"He's blind," I eventually said.

"He's WHAT?"

"He's blind, and that's a specially-trained Driving Dog for Blind Drivers."

"That's just mad."

"Or it's a specially-trained Driving Dog for Stupid Drivers."

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Oh yes, it's the latest big thing from America. Just you watch out, you'll see dozens."

And we drove all the way to Eastbourne and back, yet saw none.

7 comments:

snee said...

Judging from the drivers I was stuck behind this morning, we desperately need Driving Dogs here in the UK...

Amanda Huggenkiss said...

He has a license - quit your bitching.

TRT said...

His brake is worse than his bite.

Mr Larrington said...

I have, with mine own eyes, seen a woman transporting two children in a Mercedes-Benz SLK which, as any fule kno, is strictly a two-seater. The elder of the two was in the passenger seat while the babe-in-arms was just that. Sitting on the yummy mummy's lap as she drove down Clapham High Street. The only dafter thing I've witnessed was the two brats standing on the back seat of a convertible BMW doing about 40 mph somewhere round the back of the Barbican.

Dr Si said...

9 am. Bordeaux airport. Taxi to job interview. As I get in the back seat I end up eye-to-eye with the taxi driver's Yorkshire terrier which is standing on the armrest between the two front seats. It looks at me with gallic indifference and returns to the tartan blanket on the front passenger seat. I'm too tired to care.

TDub said...

We are rife with Stupid Drivers, but alas, no Driving Dogs. Yet.

www.crearpaginaweb.com said...

So, I do not really think this will work.