Our hometown is one of those lovely places with tree-lined streets where people are still good and kind and funeral cortèges proceed through intersections without regard to the colour of the traffic lights. Cars pull to the side of the street and wait just that few seconds while the hearse passes on its way to the cemetery and even pedestrians stop and dip their heads respectfully.
On Saturday, our hometown is also the place where we saw this:
Now Cassie will be wanting her learner's permit, no doubt!
Life goes on.
(Dad always said some dogs would make better drivers than their masters!)