Defend Us From Dirt

A few days ago, Connor and I were suffering cabin fever on a sweltering summer's day, both Connor and I welcomed my wife's announcement that she needed to go get a pickup load of dirt as a much needed escape.

The "dirt" place is about three miles from the house and Connor did the dog thing all the way out there, tail wagging and jowls flopping in the breeze.  Hell I wasn't driving so I did pretty much the same thing sans tail.

Arriving at the "dirt" place Connor watched attentively, this was all new to him, the money exchange at the scale house.  We were told where to park and while waiting for the loader Connor enthusiastically took in all the heavy equipment traffic seemingly running randomly amok about us.

As the front end loader pulled up to the truck things began to change for Connor and he adopted his worry look which is similar to his "why aren't you playing me" look.

As the dirt began to fall from the bucket into the back of the pickup Connor decided he wasn't really sure what to do.  Finally the sound of the bucket being shaken back and forth to get the last of the dirt out was too much and Connor dove down to the floor cowering behind the drivers seat.

As we started to drive off Connor repositioned himself on the transmission hump facing the pile of dirt that was seemingly chasing him.  For the entire three miles Connor wouldn't respond, or face forward which would mean taking his eyes off that dangerous pile of dirt following us.

Probably unkind of me but I smiled and laughed the entire three miles.

What's the point of this post.  Well reading back I don't see any Facebookisms so that can't be the point.  I suppose one could say the moral of the story is no matter how complicated your life take time to notice things.  Or don't be afraid to try new things.  Then again...It is, to me, just an amusing time that made me laugh and laugh which felt really good.  Perhaps you had to be there.

Talk to you later.