Hick Is Not Only Man's Best Friend

Hick was his do-gooder helpful self earlier this week. He was leaving his SUS2.5 (Storage Unit Store 2.5), sitting at the exit of the gravel lot, waiting for traffic to pass. A white dually truck was coming his way at about 45 mph, heading from nowhere towards town on the two-lane blacktop road.

"I pulled out, and I seen a dog in the back of the truck. He jumped up on the toolbox and started walking back and forth. It was some kind of heeler. Just then, he got too close to the edge, and fell off! On the shoulder side of the road. He rolled a couple times, and almost got run over by the back tires! I stopped, because I thought maybe I could catch him. He might be scared and run off. The guy driving the truck stopped and started walking back. I guess he seen the dog in the mirror.

I opened my door and got out, calling to the dog. And before I could grab him, he jumped up in my truck! Walked across the seat and sat down, like he belonged there! The guy came and tried to get him out, but he just looked at him and wouldn't move. The guy had to walk around and get him out the passenger side. I'm glad the dog was okay, and the guy got him back."

"Heh, heh! That dog was holding a grudge! 'How dare you let me fall out of the truck!' Heelers are smart. For that dog, a truck meant a ride. So when he saw your door open, he was ready to go! He didn't care about you or that guy. He just wanted to ride in the truck."

I'm relieved that the dog wasn't hurt. And relieved that the guy got him back. But mostly relieved that Hick didn't get hurt. That happens sometimes when do-gooder good-deeders stop along the road to help somebody.