I can’t speak your language, but I can know your heart
This is the 3rd sunset I’ve watched since I got here. I love the river, but that isn’t why I came. I thought maybe you would be here fishing. I have watched the road every day for our old red truck, but you never came.
I knew you were really sick, because you stayed in bed, and you didn’t throw the ball to me, or give me treats from your plate. Now that I think about it, you hardly ever ate those last days you were home. I slept on that rug by your bed, day and night and every now and then, you would dangle your arm over the side and touch the top of my head. That was enough for me.
Well, they took you away and they never brought you back. You were old and I’m still young. I know your heart…that’s how I know you’re never coming back.
Well, I guess I’d better find myself a new home. I hope I find one with kids this time. I like kids. I still have my collar on, so they will know my name is Lucky. I got my name because my owner’s last two dogs got run over and my owner thought I might be luckier if he named me Lucky. So far, it’s worked. Well, guess I’ll take one more swim before I head down the road.
Hey..I hear my truck! Here comes the old red truck! I know you’re not coming back, but the least I can do is look after our truck.
You said you wanted a family with kids, Lucky. Are you talking mind or body? Maybe you should have been more specific.
Sure enough…here comes the truck and it’s sputtering and coughing like it has a bad case of vehicular pneumonia. Well it stopped. It either died or it needs a rest.
Lucky: Hey…two ladies just got out of my truck..and they slammed the doors. “Hey ladies!! Don’t be slamming my truck’s doors.” I better get over there.
Lav: Finally…the noises this truck was making have stopped. Good! I couldn’t stand much more of that coughing and sputtering, and lurching and lunging and…
MG: Stop Lav! I liked all of that noise; at least we knew the thing was running. It’s quiet now all right, but it also quit going down the road! Are we out of gas already? Hey! what’s that dog doing? He just jumped into the back of the truck. Who does he think he is anyway?
The name is Lucky, which you will find out as soon as you get smart enough to read my tag, which should be any day now. I’m just getting back here to point to the gas can. It was full last time I was in this truck.
Yup! There it is, right where we left it and it’s still full of gas. Well are you gonna lift it out of here and put it in the truck? I’m just a dog ya know. I can’t carry your gasoline.
Lav: Hey look MG!! That dog found gas! We’ll be coughing and sputtering down the road again in no time. We’re already 20 miles from Murdo too. We’re all the way to the White River. We’ll be in Kadoka in no time.
MG: I don’t think this dog has a home. He looks like he’s been swimming in the river for days.. We’re bringing him with us. He can sit right up here in the middle. We are so lucky he found that gas! Yup we’re sure lucky!
MG: What map are you looking at Lav? Kadoka is way west of Murdo. We’ve been going South.
Lav: Well, I like the South don’t you? Tonight I’m going to write a letter to all of our friends and tell them we decided to go south. I wonder if Murdo misses us yet?
MG: No…probably not yet…I’ll drive Lav…You rest. I see we have a spare tire.
Meanwhile…the town of Murdo is looking for Lucky👀.