A funny memory

I don’t know why this story is so hilarious to me, but it is… I will never forget the time that dad tried to teach Rusty, our first dog, how to jump into the bed of his pickup.  (That was back when you could actually fit something into the back of dad’s truck!).  Dad started out by tapping on the open tailgate and offering up a few “Here Rusty, here Rusty, jump!” Then, when that didn’t work, Dad flailed his arms in the air trying to make the motion of leaping from the ground to the truck bed with his hands.  He even tried nudging the dog a few times and squatting down to give him a little extra encouragement. That stupid dog just sat on the pavement and stared at him with the blankest stare there ever was.  So, dad got this wild hair idea that he was going to SHOW Rusty how it’s done.  Dad got down on the ground next to Rusty and leaped (quite impressively, I might add) up into the bed of his truck with me, Lee, uncle Randy and that blasted dog all watching.  The only thing that came of dad’s valiant attempt was a giant split in his blue jeans from crotch to belt loop!