After we paid for him, George and I both felt sad for the momma dog who watched us every step of the way out of the house. As soon as we were outside, we put him on the grass to pee before we got started on our two hour-plus ride home. We were amazed as he stood there motionless - George and I figured he'd never touched grass before.
I had brought a beach towel with us, and I held him in it for the ride home. I couldn't take my eyes off him - it had been many years since I had seen, much less held a puppy, and Hudson was breathtakingly cute to me.
He slept until we stopped at one of G's favorite spots; Two Brothers Barbeque in Ballground, Georgia. While George went in to get us some chopped pork and slaw to take home, I took Hudson across the street to a grassy area to try the pee thing again. Once again he stood stock-still, looking around like the world was a completely foreign place, which of course it was.
While we were standing there, a man came over from the restaurant parking lot to see Hudson. He had been standing by a pair of Harley Davidsons and said he was waiting for his wife to come out with their lunch. He bent over and patted Hudson, then started talking about dogs he had owned in the past. It was at that point that I realized that I was now a member of the world-wide dog owners club, and as such, I would always have something to talk about with other members, even if they were strangers.
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