Marmaduke

This is Marmaduke.  We don't know his real name, but that is what Nathan named him.  He doesn't mind at all.  At this point, if we knew his real name, we wouldn't call him by it anyway.  He is Marmaduke to all of us now.  He is our good friend when we are working by his owner's farm. 

Today Teresa and I got to the field just as they were finishing up on the wheat.  We closed the van doors and called for Marmaduke, but he didn't come to see us.  Soon Grandma dropped Nathan off at the edge of the field.  As soon as he started running our direction, I heard him say, "Hey, Marmaduke!"

Soon they were playing fetch with sticks and rocks.  If Marmaduke loses his toy, he digs up a new rock from the gravel road and brings it to us!  He doesn't bother our food, even though we know he has a sweet tooth.  His owner gives him a bowl of ice cream every night.  I don't think dogs are supposed to have dairy.  Don't tell Marmaduke.  That might be the only time he gets a little cranky.

Thanks for another fun harvest lunch time, Marmaduke!  Now you can get some rest until we see you again!