in a hayfield, Part Two

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As Lineman approached the Canadian/US Border he wondered what would happen if he couldn't get the dog across into Montana. He had gone all the way to northern Canada specifically to get this dog. It was the only thing that mattered right then. What if they took the dog from him? He had to have a plan....

Shove the dog into the sleeper. Yes, that was his great plan.

He put the dog into the sleeper and closed the drapes that separated it from the cab of the semi. A nose poked through the bulky drapes. Lineman was quickly approaching the border, he gave another shove to the dog to keep him in the sleeper. Then he rolled the truck into the bay for semi's at the border. Out came that nose again and he pushed the dog back. But what if the dog barked? The dogs nose poked out again. He was so curios and wanted to see what was going on.

The Border Patrol Agent was walking over to the semi and the dogs head was now completely through the drapes. One final shove, a hope and a prayer that the dog would stay hidden.

The Border Patrol Agents are suppose to look around, make sure everything looks right and you're not bringing anything back to the states illegally. The agent looked at his logbook and then looked at Lineman.


Then he waved the truck on through.

As soon as they were two feet into Montana that dog leaped into the passenger seat of the truck!
Once a Canadian, now a Montanan and our life would never be the same.

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I was overjoyed when Lineman brought the dog to me. We named him Buck and he was such an incredible dog.

Buck went everywhere and did everything with us. However, he did run away once.

It was summer and he was an Australian Shepherd with a thick black coat to wear. We decided to shave him. Well, Lineman did. He shaved him but he left a mohawk on the dog. We went to town later that day, Buck riding in his favorite spot in the back of the truck. We went into the grocery store and came back out to find Buck gone. He had never jumped out of the truck before. But now he was missing.

We drove around town, called the radio station, talked to people.

No Buck.

Two days later the phone rang. It was someone calling about our dog. They found him and we could come and get him.

We were so overjoyed to have him back. We went straight home and shaved off his mohawk. We figured he ran away because he was either mad at us or embarassed. He never ran off again.

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It was a few years later when I would cry over Buck. We were headed back to school so my husband could go to Lineman School. We decided we would stay in a camper as a way to save money. We also decided it was no way for Buck to live. He was a dog that deserved wide open spaces.

My mom had plenty of wide open spaces at her Bed & Breakfast in the mountains of western Montana. We hoped she would say yes when we asked her to take him.

I have so many great memories and stories of Buck, but I think his best years were those spent with my mom.

I think it's where his true story begins.

...... to be continued........