Driving Miss Molly

I was out walking Molly this afternoon and my girlfriend pulls into the driveway. My driveway is about 250 yards long and it curves around and goes up a hill. Molly immediately recognized the car and she starts woofing her hello. Molly trots up to the rear passenger door and wants to get in. I open the door, give her big butt a boost into the back seat of the car, and off we go. The car has a leather interior and I was afraid Molly's claws would do some damage but she stood perfectly still and was the perfect rider. Try picturing the canine version of Driving Miss Daisy. "Now hush up, and drive Miss Molly home." Molly lives to ride and even though it was only a couple of hundred yards, Molly was happy. Molly expected to be chauffeured around and that is what she got.