I have lots of stories about JD. Some of them I have put down here but I was reminded of one lately when I went over to my parents' house the other day and saw the jacuzzi tub in their bathroom. Many years ago my mom bought the tub at a garage sale. The problem was she didn't have any way of getting it home so she called me to come pick it up in my pickup.
So JD and I went right over there. JD went with me almost everywhere except church (and even sometimes church). I remember him going with me into the bank one time. I didn't even think about it until we got in the door. I probably should have at least put him on a leash for that but he did fine and nobody seemed to care. Anyway, when we got to the garage sale mom had bought several other things and once we loaded up the huge tub in the bed and the other stuff in the cab, there was no place for JD. So he just jumped into the tub and we took off.
On the way home we pulled up to a red light and the man in the car next to us was frantically waving for me to roll the window down. Concerned that there was a problem, I quickly did so and the man yelled something about a dog. My heart dropped.
"What did you say?"
"I said, your dog said he needs more soap!"