Drive

I can't drive and even if I can, I won't drive for they might get a heart attack on seeing a dog driving a car. But I know a few things about driving. Dad drives the car and I observe him. I know everything that he does. I observe him to learn his ways. I don't understand everything of his language but I perfectly understand the subtle changes in his tone, volume, intonation. In the car there are two holes through which flows out cold air when he presses a button. Then that circular disc controls the car. My cue to get out of the car is when he opens the clamp that fastens the seat belt. He can also roll down or up the window glass. I don't like too many turns and twists. I also don't like bumpy roads. I like when the car cruises at a constant speed without any disturbance. Oh I almost forgot that there's something in the car through which other people often speak. I hear their voices. It sounds like a howl with more variation. But I haven't ever seen those people. When I was just 3 months old, I travelled 2400 kms in the car. Dad drove all the time. We stopped at different places on the way  and met many different people. It was fun but the only problem was that I had to hold back my pee for hours. In one of the hotels I did a very naughty thing which made Dad very angry. But that story I will say some other day.