An Indiana Dog Story

A little story from Monticello Indiana.

Becky, our hostess here told us a great story yesterday.

Many years ago they were here at the lake house playing cards when the family dog "Scruffy" appeared at the door soaking wet. Everyone was a little confused because Scruffy hated the water, this was not normal.

Becky's sister suddenly said the equivalent of "Oh NO!, I know what happened..."

It seems that she had to go to the marina to buy some milk, took the dog as usual, and happily drove home (without the dog).

The dog must have cussed for a while, figured out that she wasn't coming back, and made the decision to go home the only route that he knew. Probably a good thing that dogs can't talk.