Tuesday, November 22, 2016
My son was here for another 48 hour pass from the halfway house. I am really enjoying him being here.
Once he arrives he has to call in to let them know he is here. Then they make random calls while he is here to make sure he is actually here.
Then when we are leaving to take him back he calls them to report that he is leaving to go back. As we were putting on our coats today he called them. We all then went to my vehicle for the ride to the halfway house.
My son got in the back. I got in to drive. My older son went to the passenger's side to get in and the boys started to laugh.
I had no idea what the joke was so I just sat there with a dumb look on my face. My son opened the door and in hurled this big furry thing.
I put my arm up to block it from scrambling into the back as it rushed through the truck.
That was when I got a good look at it. It was the neighbor's dog. Apparently he wanted a ride.
My son pulled him out of the truck. He rushed back in before my son could stop him. I was able to keep him from escaping to the back yet again. I guess he knew that was where he should ride.
My son managed to get him out again. The dog was struggling to jump in again but my son managed to hold him down a little. He was certainly enthusiastic.
Finally my son managed to get in without the dog and closed the door. We all sat and laughed for a few minutes.
When we were finally ready to back out and begin our journey we did not know where the dog was. The boys saw him on their side of the vehicle. I suddenly saw him run in front of the truck and around my side. I had no idea where he was and did not want to back over him.
We looked and looked but would not open a door because we could not take a chance on him lunging into the truck again. Finally we saw him across the street where his master was working in his shop.
We left without our attempted stowaway. He was persistent though.