Skid started picking up weight like corn grows in summer — a patient person could sit and watch the change. We decided that we wanted to be able to have him with us when we went places, which meant that he had to come with us.
The first time he rode in the pickup truck alone with my husband driving was almost the last.
"He went crazy," Forrest reported. "We almost wrecked!"
I'd put the dog in the truck cab and things were fine until they got up to speed on Highway 54, when Skid became frantic and tried to escape out the window.
"Maybe he and his litter were dumped from a pickup," I suggested, after pointing out that he was reasonably calm during car rides.
Reasonably calm, perhaps, but Skid never enjoyed the open road. >>
