The sun is peaking its bright head over the top of Mt. Baker spilling red and orange light down its slopes. The sky is a bright blue with just a few white wispy clouds handing around like a scarf around a person neck. Ahhhh, I thought to myself, this is a nice drive to work, but man would I love to be going on a walk right now feeling the crisp air in my lungs, the sunlight on my face and all my senses coming to life.
As I look to the left out my car's window I see the Smith road soccer fields and a friendly dog, sniffing, running and enjoying his walk as I wanted to be doing ( I could do without the sniffing). Behind him slightly I noticed a large F-150 slowly creeping along and then it dawned on me, this dog isn't alone, he is being walked by a truck! It isn't the first time I've seen this truck before and the dog shortly following behind him, but it was this occasion that it dawned on me that this dog was being walked by a truck.
Is this man handicapped? Is this man extremely lazy? Does the dog think the truck is his walking companion? Are there people that also walk their dogs with trucks? I don't know the answer to any of my questions, but I do know that to me, he will always be "the man who walked is dog with a truck."
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