The people from the rescue told us he was “about 50 pounds“. We went to pick him up, and when they brought them up from the barn my father just stood there quietly for a minute before saying, “He’s big.” He’s built like a bulldozer.
I tell people he’s a border collie/monster truck hybrid.
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The Boy spelling “Santa” like a true Rho’dilandah
One of my usual bank tellers always put two treats in the tube for him, and there was a kid at Wendy’s once whose face lit up: “I have a question; may I please give your dog a chicken nugget?” I think one of his biggest disappointments in life is when I drop mail in a drive-up box, because he doesn’t get anything.
Best story: I was driving up to Maine and it was getting late as I hit the NH tolls. I paid with cash and as I was rolling up my window the toll guy cried out, “Wait!” I panicked a little, thinking he had noticed something wrong with my car, and he leaned out of the booth with a dog biscuit and a smile. Made my night.
Please refer to my avatar for New England’s best traveling companion and renowned drive-through enthusiast :)
This kid learned early.
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The comb is killing me.
I’m partial to a Zebra 0.5 mechanical myself, but nothing beats the smell of a freshly-sharpened Ticonderoga.