Small World

Laundry day.

Laundry day.

I guess I kind of left everyone hanging last post when I alluded to some health issues. Something happened to my eye that made it very sore for a few days I would wake up every morning with it glued shut and the lid swollen and red. About the same time I developed an extremely sore throat with none of the usual viral symptoms of stuffy sinus. It is hard to believe I would catch anything with so much of my existence spent on my own, but who knows. I’m almost over whatever attacked me. I’d say I’m at about 95% now.

With feeling under the weather, and the actual weather being very nasty the last few days, as you can imagine I haven’t been very active. The other night, just before dark, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find an old bearded man with a cane standing there with a worried look on his face. He told me his dog was missing and he feared dead. He had seen what he thought was his dog, down over a ridge, being dragged into a thicket by a large animal. He was wondering if I had heard any strange animal sounds or seen a large cat in the area.

Sometime during our conversation he mentioned that his dogs name was Timber. If you have ever read RV Sue’s blog then you know the story of Rusty and Timber. I won’t go into the story and saga of Rusty’s life, but let’s just say he is the kind of person that modern society forgot. He lives in a homemade camper on a 1975 truck spending most of his time on public land. He survives on a disability VA pension and eats oatmeal, rice and canned vegetables. He spends most of his time surfing the Internet and reading his Bible. Much of his younger life was spent walking the West with two donkeys.

I know all this because he talked nonstop until 1:00 in the morning. Once in a while
I would offer something to the conversation but mostly it was his opinion and story of his life that interested him the most. The next day his truck was gone.

4 Responses to “Small World”

  1. Dick says:

    Interesting meeting. I’ve read the same stories about him that you have.

    Glad you are on the mend.

  2. Mom says:

    Nothing more about the dog?

  3. Donna says:

    Poor Rusty. I hope he found Timber. He sure is attached to that dog.

  4. Donna says:

    Timber was killed by a mountain lion.

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