
We had a very close call in
Branson. My traveling puppy was missing for an hour before we noticed, and went back to find him playing dead in a parking lot. I like to toss him out at the last second as the door slides shut. Daddy was actually watching to make sure I didn't pull this stunt. My timing was
impeccable, and he fell out the bottom of the door before it sealed shut. You may think this is the first time my puppy has been lost, nope I had good timing one other time. I totally
freaked some big kids out, it was
hilarious.
We were parked on the
street, and on the other side of the street there were 3 kids riding bikes. As Daddy backed up the kids jaws hit the floor and they began to point in shock right at the van. Daddy got out and looked to see what could have
happened to traumatize these kids so much. When he got out he realized they were pointing at my puppy, and he just backed over it. After the accident my puppy has been nicknamed "Roadkill." He is starting to look a little worn from all of his adventures, but I still love him.
