Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Our Prodigal Son

I think he'll sleep for a week. Maybe 2. Since his little adventure yesterday and his homecoming today, Banks has sacked out in Adalynn's room next to her bed. He's moved, maybe, twice? The poor chunk-a-lunk.

Then again, maybe not so poor. When I picked him up this morning, after receiving the phone call reporting his location, he had 5 or 6 children hanging on him. Older children, not the little annoying buggers that he has at home. But he must have missed us, because I got a puppy dog grin and a mini-jump and a strong tail wave when I stepped out of the jeep.

Oh the feet. His poor feet. They carried him quite a ways yesterday, but not as far as he has traveled in the past. We lost him late afternoon/early evening while searching for the last survey stake to the property. The corn turned Banks around and he shot out onto Kalamazoo, heading east towards our house. Banks has a good compass on him.

The problem? The truck was parked to the west. Glad to have you home, Bubbas.

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