The Divine Leila's favorite thing is to ride shotgun in the minivan.
(What a crock. That's just one of her favorite things. But to list the preferences that would come first would mean identifying every form of small furry mammal on the planet -- squirrels, chipmunks, rabbits, etc. -- and that could keep us here for some time. And you have other things to do, right? Note, I didn't say "better" things. Anyway, it also explains why I'm currently wearing a thumb-brace on my left hand, after the chipmunk-leash-off-balance-sidestep-fire-hydrant-flat-on-face incident.)
I may have mentioned this before, but Leila also has the irritating (but, to her, humorous) habit of shifting over to the driver's seat as soon as I leave the car, to the terror of oncoming motorist who don't realize we're parked.
I pointed this out to my friend Loren the other day, who asked if she can drive a stick shift.
Well, duh, of course not. Because she's a dog!
(An automatic is as much as she can manage, and her parallel parking still sucks.)