The Lowe's delivery guys showed up last weekend with our new washer, dryer, and gas grill. That could be a post in and of itself, if anyone cared other than we who had to cough up the ca$h, albeit unwillingly. As soon as the truck got here, Poco and Jaz were outta here. They took off to the back pasture, stuck their FAT heads in the round bale and prolly never looked up.
Daltrey, on the other hand, thought everything about that truck and what was in it, including the two delivery men, were the most interesting things ever. He completely charmed the delivery guys.
The truck had one one of those hydraulic platforms that moves up and down, which banged loudly when it stopped, or when they folded and unfolded it. Daltrey flinched the first time it banged, but didn't even react after that. He followed the men with the dolly up onto the porch slab, and would have walked in the laundry room door had there been room for him to do so. The old appliances were also quite interesting to Baby D.
Sorry to disappoint, but I was too busy to get pix. What a shame, cuz he was too stinkin' cute!