Brady, the UPS dog

Brady is our grand-dog. He’s four years old, the same age as our youngest grandson.

Brady and his family used to live on a farm. Like all dogs, Brady loves to go for a ride.

Whenever pickup trucks used to drive down the dirt road leading to the farm, Brady would jump in to the bed of the truck. The owners would have to stop their trucks and get him out.

I used to refer to Brady as the UPS dog. That’s because the family had two regular UPS delivery men. Whenever the trucks started up the long driveway to the farm house, Brady would jump in the open driver’s side door and ride on up next to the driver.

One of the drivers was afraid of dogs. Whenever he had to deliver a package to the farm, he would rev the engine and speed up the driveway in hopes Brady wouldn’t be able to jump in. Sometimes it worked.

Brady and his family now live in a suburban neighborhood. He likes to be walked to the bus stop with the kids. But one time he got loose and bounded onto the bus.

My daughter ran after him but couldn’t reach him until he made it all the way to the back. As she escorted him out, he managed to give big, sloppy kisses to many of the kids in the aisle seats.

Meanwhile, my grandson, with a huge smile on his face, proudly exclaimed “That’s my dog!”