The Big White Truck

Duff here. I have made many friends over the years. Some are acquaintances, while others are friends. Then there are The Good Friends. You know what I mean. Two of my Good Friends have helped my mom and Me so many times over the years. And they always come in their Big White Truck. My ears are quite sensitive to different noises and this vehicle has a distinctive sound. I could hear the truck approaching from two blocks away and I would prepare to swarm them. After the truck pulled in (and mom let me go), I met. I greeted. I did remarkable tail wags. The whole nine yards. I lived unstuck.

Now there was a day when another Large White Truck pulled up and stopped in the middle of the street. I didn’t realize at the time: the driver was from a utility company, checking the meters. He left his truck door open. I ran as fast as I could to meet and greet. And jumped into the cab. He returned and found Me, A Very Friendly Dog, on the driver’s seat. I met and I greeted. But we were both puzzled. He wasn’t who I was looking for. And he wondered whose dog this was. But one thing I knew for sure: it was a Big White Truck. My Good Friends had to be there. He laughed and scratched my head. Mom picked me up, thanked him and told me my Good Friends would come to visit on another day. All was well. I was joyous and carefree. Living unstuck.

Do you get attuned to a sound? A scent? A sight? A memory? And when something like that comes your way, do you want to follow your memory? Want to jump up into the Big White Truck and roll along? I say: Be playful and free. If you want to follow your good thoughts from the past, do it. You can even share them with someone else. Or simply remember them in your own mind . . . and feel good. I live unstuck. And encourage you to do so, too. #UnstuckLiving

The Good Friends are the people in life that make you laugh a little louder, smile a little brighter, and live a little better.”

—Paraphrase from Pinterest