When
I was a kid, I was riding in a pickup truck with a friend of mine. His dad was
driving. Their dog was running around in the back. I noticed the dog popping up on his
hind legs as if he were about to jump from the truck.
“Your
dog is about to jump out of the truck,” I warned my friend’s father.
“No,
he won’t,” the father replied dismissively.
I
sat in the cab transfixed, unable to divert my eyes from the impending disaster.
Finally, the dog jumped right out of the
moving vehicle, just as I said he would. I had mixed feelings. Of course, I didn’t
want the dog to get injured. (We retrieved him unhurt a short time later). But
it sure felt doggone good being right.
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