I'm with my dad and some other people, riding in the back of a large box truck, like a moving truck, on a flat road out in the country - maybe Bell Road, where the big hill is by Jimmy Libel's, but it's flat. For some reason we have to back up a ways, and as we make a second pass over the same territory, I see a dog in the ditch, sort of hiding, but I can't tell if it's Charlie (my dog) or my parents' dog, which looks sort like a Weimaraner, but smaller.

What some luck. We didn't even notice that the dog had fallen out of the truck, and it might have been lost if we didn't have to go back. We stop and pick up the dog. As my dad closes up the truck, he asks if I'd like to ride... somewhere else, besides in the back with the stuff and the dogs. I tell him that the dogs will worry if I'm not there, so I'd rather ride with them.