Abbi has always been a confident pup. She struts around like she owns the place, demands attention when she wants it, and firmly believes that every snack in the house belongs to her. So, it was only a matter of time before she decided she was probably old enough to drive Dad’s truck.

It all started when we ran a quick errand. Abbi, of course, came along for the ride—because what’s a road trip without a co-pilot? She settled into the passenger seat like she always does, ears perked, watching the world go by. But as soon as I stepped out for two seconds, she saw her opportunity. By the time I got back, there she was front and center in the driver’s seat. Paws on the steering wheel. Head held high. Looking like she was about to start the engine and take off without me. I opened the door, and she turned to look at me with the most casual expression, like, Oh, hey. You’re back. I was just about to take this thing for a spin.

Now, Abbi knows she’s not supposed to be up there. But in her mind? She’s watched enough, ridden enough, and clearly absorbed enough information to know how this works. Steering wheel? Check. Pedals? Not a problem (she just needed to figure out how to reach them). Direction? Easy wherever the treats are. Unfortunately for her, Texas does not issue driver’s licenses to pups, no matter how much confidence they have. So, after a quick laugh and a “nice try, kid”, I scooted her back to her rightful place in the passenger seat. She gave a dramatic sigh, slumped down, and pouted the whole way home probably convinced she had been so close to her first solo drive.

But let’s be honest if Abbi did get behind the wheel, we all know exactly where she’d end up:

1. The pet store

2. The drive-thru for some nuggets

3. The biggest, widest open field where she could zoom to her heart’s content

For now, though, she’ll just have to settle for being the world’s cutest co-pilot. But something tells me this won’t be the last time she tries to make a move for the driver’s seat…