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luckyTopic: "Dogmobile" (3)
Frodo and Sam, both of whom are certified motorcar drivers, happen to possess three such transportation vehicles. One of the motorcars serves as Frodo's transportation to-and-from Mount Doom. Sam's motorcar, is that which was purchased to ensure Sam's safety back-and-forth on the roads which led to the gallant Howard during the last of his days. That motorcar replaced the motorcar which, predominantly used by Sam, has been used to complete tasks in the Shire, and it is co-piloted by Fiona, and Mick, the Wonder Dog. Frodo admits that it was his assumption that vehicle number two was to replace vehicle number three.
The problem seems to be that Mick, the Wonder Dog, seeks to maintain possession of vehicle number three. Most days, while Frodo slaves at Mount Doom and while Sam is otherwise occupied, Mick, the Wonder Dog, engages his agile mind by taking his place in the middle of the back seat of the said "third" vehicle. The motorcar storage facility is dark and quiet, perhaps allowing Mick, the Wonder Dog, to imagine himself as a canine version of Dale Earnhardt and daydream his way through visions of Daytona and Indianapolis. Sam recently reported that, on one fine day, Mick, the Wonder Dog, spent five consecutive hours in "his" motorcar.
Frodo's reason tells him that Mick, the Wonder Dog, merely maintains a position which ensures that he will not be left behind should the opportunity for a (shhh, this word must be spelled, for Mick, the Wonder Dog, comprehends the pronunciation of R-I-D-E) arise. Frodo has thought about it however, and has decided that he might as well apply for a driver's certification on behalf of Mick, the Wonder Dog. After all, if Mick, the Wonder Dog, has the capability to engage transportation on his own, it may free Sam for more important assignments on behalf of Frodo. Actually, considering that the certification would come from the State of Georgia, it is not unlikely that Mick, the Wonder Dog, would pass the written exam with a higher score than most. Imagine if he lived in either Alabama or Texas; he might actually score high enough to be a chauffeur.
The continuing drought has meant that Frodo has been unable to routinely wash the motorcars. Mick's motorcar, the Wonder Car, is especially unkempt, and inside, the presence of cast-off canine plumage is in sufficient quantity to perhaps weave another dog, if so desired. There is also an odiferous recognition of continuing doggie presence which strikes even the casual passerby. This morning Frodo noted a sharp-shinned hawk perched atop the motorcar; perhaps fooled into thinking that the vehicle contained some other edible life form. It matters not to Mick, the Wonder Dog. Today he, once again, got to go for a R-I-D-E in his motorcar to the local Publix, where everybody knows his name.
Perhaps Frodo should have named him "Norm."
One thing is for sure, that for as long as he occupies it, and perhaps for a long time thereafter, he is welcome to stay. Look, dear reader, for a big black dog in an old Volvo Station Wagon, and yell out "Hello Mick, Going for a R-I-D-E?"
