ACEBLDRS wrote:That will leave a mark.
Yup, a brown one.
A few years back I had Casey running around at the boat landing and I took a walk, well he was full of pizz and vinegar, so he was kicking up his heals big time understandably. I did not think too much of it when he ran off loafing as he normally comes back. Well after a while I called for him. Nothing. Then I low whislted. nothing. Then I high whistled loudly, still nothing. So off I go looking for him. He is nowhere to be found. So I get to my truck and start driving the roads whistling, still nothing. Then the phone rings, he guy goes, are you the owner of Golden? I says yes. He says well I'm at such and such and I'm thinking-heck that is 15 miles from here, how did he get 15 miles in 1/2 hour???
He says where are you, I tell him and we meet 1/2 way. Turns out Casey decided to jump into his Van for a ride without bothering to ask the guy if it was Ok. He is driving along and Casey had climbed up into the passenger seat in front-he damned near drove off the road! Anyway, that is when he called me. (id on collar) He was at the boat landing taking a pee and Casey had jumped in the open van door and crawled up to a A/C vent to cool off and stayed there for 20 minutes or so until he figured he should get a better view from the front seat. Well we both had a good laugh about it.