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Dogs That Look Like They’re Driving

Pooch poetry that does not need a license

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Dogs That Look Like They’re Driving

You know what I mean, like in G-rated movies where some clever director props a pooch behind the wheel, places its paws at 10 and 2 o’clock, pulls in for the closeup so trained audiences can bark hearty approval.

I saw the exact same thing Tuesday morning outside the bakery, but the car wasn’t moving — it was parked in a 5-minute zone, no production crews in sight. Just a golden lab with a dangling tongue, angling to get a better view of its favorite human being walking back to the driver’s seat.

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