Marvin

Ever has a dog teach you about faith and trust?  To load the dogs I turn them loose and let them run to the truck, then I walk over and load them as they bounce around excitedly (of course hiding a yummy chummy in each box doesn’t hurt.)  That is except for the two new dogs, Marvin and Z-2.  I’ve been leading them out by hand still. 

Marvin has been trying to climb into his box and today he was particularly eager to run (he is a big strong dog, almost pulling me over) so I turned him loose and walked over expecting him to be trying to climb in.  He wasn’t there by his box, but they mill around on both sides of the truck, so I loaded the other dogs expecting him to turn up any minute – no Marvin.  Oops.

Look around, call, no Marvin.  Shoot.  Walk down the street while the remaining dogs in the lot go nuts.  No Marvin.  Load Frodo and then the girls.  No Marvin.  I’m getting frustrated and worried about him, but I can’t find him so he will have to find his own way home.  Sure hope he makes it.

I’m scooping the yard, expecting him to return any minute, when I realize there is one place I hadn’t looked – in his box in the truck.  Sure enough there he is resting on the straw in the back of the box wondering what the fuss was all about.  Dogs!

Keep ‘em Northbound

Eric