Stop in for a cup of coffee

Deer huntin' buddy had a Aussie/Queensland mix, Patch was his name. Frisbee catcher to end all Frisbee catchers :lol:. Chewed them to pieces so buddy brought air brake diaphragms home from work in place of Frisbees, Made no difference to Patch :lol: took him longer to destroy them though. Put the tail gate down on the '69 stepside Chevy say Pickup! Patch was in the truck. We headed up to the National forest one afternoon before sunset to look for a nice buck we had seen in the neighborhood previously. I happened to glance in the back of the truck and didn't see Patch. Buddy didn't seem too concerned.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw something odd behind the rear view mirror, hairy feet. "Brian, I found Patch. He's on the roof." :rofl: