Who is the winner here: Maynard’s Musings

I was a bit down on my luck on New Years Eve 2004 and I wound up spending the night out in a forest service hay barn. Was I drunk? Nope, I had run away from home.

See, there are a few things that I have no self control over. One is chasing after ungulates and the other is licking myself. The former led me nine miles outside of town and resulted in the aforementioned night in the barn.

2005 greeted me with an empty stomach so I headed out to find a tasty snack. I had a vole in my sight, pounced, missed and then almost got pegged by a beater Subaru.

I wondered at that point if my life get any worse.

The dude in the Subaru came so close to hitting me he stopped to make sure everything was OK. Seeing as his car was warmer than the barn, I jumped up into the old seats.

He checked me for ID tags, I had none, and due to the fact that we were miles from the nearest house he invited me along on his cross-country ski and off we went.

When the animal shelter opened up after the holiday he took me there and through a series of serendipitous events this guy was able to adopt me. (By serendipitous, I mean, I was so handsome, cute, charming, sleek, athletic and fun, that he couldn’t help himself but bring me permanently into his home.)

Let me tell you folks, I hit the Puppy Powerball on this one. And, I’d like to think my human hit the jackpot with me as well.

Over the past three years, it’s been nothing but skiing, hiking, rafting and belly rubs. My tail hasn’t stopped wagging since that first day. And before that? I don’t even remember. I figure that if could give him a 10 bucks for every time my tail wagged over the past three years, he would almost be able to afford a down payment on a house in Jackson.

Human Note: Maynard is one hell of a lucky dog. With the absence of an opposable thumb there isn’t anyway for him to help set up the groover. But, that hasn’t stopped some dogs from trying to get into it….