I want to get my driver's licence

I love driving in the car. I love movement. I love poking my face out of the window and feeling the air whiz past. It's the best.

But I always have to wait for her to be going somewhere and then she doesn't always take me.

I want to be an independent, free-wheeling Westie. Able to drive myself around, when I feel the need for speed. So I want to get my driver's licence.

Why not? I am very intelligent. I have good eye sight. I know a red light when I see one.

There would need to be a slight adjustment to the pedals but if she had special pedal legs made for me that I could strap on like humans strap on sandals then I'd be fine.

And I'd need a cushion or two so I could see over the steering wheel. My brother, Bertie, has a little seat specially made for him so he can see out the car window.

All this is very doable.

Maybe some velcro on my paw pads so they can hold on to the steeriing week which is a bit tricky if you don't have an opposable thumb like humans and primates (I love you, Jane Goodall. You said dogs are your favourite animal. I bet Westies were her favourite favourite dog.)

I already have a seatbelt which attaches to my collar.

Then off I'd go, detour via the doggie park to pick up a couple of mates and we could go for a spin.

We'd have all the windows down so the wind could blow in our faces. And there'd be little water bowls in the front and back.

First stop would be the doggie beach. I wouldn't care if we got sand in the car. I would be a very happy chappie.