Bug bombing day at the shack. First we tie up all the dogs so no accidental dog bombing takes place. But big dog breaks his chain. Heads for the door. Hubby gets bright idea and puts him in the cab of an old truck. I send the kids to work with dad. I run through the house from upstairs to basement setting off bombs in a flurry and out the back door. Four hours to kill. Off to trim the roses! A good hour goes by and I decide to let the big dog out of the truck. As I head around the side of the shack I hear a car going down the old dirt road across the field. So does big dog. He starts jumping up and down in the truck. Truck starts bouncing. The car stops and an old man gets out to take in the scenery like old men do sometimes. Big dog sees this too and the truck starts rocking as he goes nuts. If I let him out he'll go chase the old man down...hmmmm... nope better not. So I sit on the steps to wait this out. Truck starts rolling down the driveway and across the field. What?! I kill the first impulse of jumping in the cab with the big excited dog to hit the brakes. A true sign of maturity. So I watch big dog and truck roll away. So does old man. Truck misses the tractor. Truck misses the barn. Truck slams through my garden fence and into the blackberry patch. Truck stops. Old man is stretching his neck now. Big dog watching that yummy neck. I amble down to the truck and ease big dog out. Old man is really entertained. Big dog wants old man real bad. I grab him by the collar and he drags me 10 feet toward old man. Then I get some traction and battle him back to the porch and put him on a bigger chain. Old man waiting. So I amble back down to the truck and detach it from the fence and drive it back up to the shack. Old man grinning. Jeeze. Why me?