This morning on my way in to work, I saw a big semi pulled in to the Walker dock. I’m always fascinated by semis because I can’t imagine driving something so huge. Maybe I just like 18-wheelers (a little bit of the Idaho comin’ out in me – trucker culture). But this semi came with an accessory I don’t often see: a poodle.
I walked by the open driver’s side of the truck and there was a white, fluffy poodle laying in the driver’s seat. There was no smiling. No yipping. No wagging of the tail. Just a deadly serious stare that said: “This is my truck. Back off, Art Girl.”