Strawberry Wine [3]

"Role your window up, Adison." Her father warns her as he quickly roles his up.
"Why?"
Suddenly, she hears paws hitting the dirt near the truck. She glances out of it slightly to find a dog with blonde and white on it's fur trying to catch up.
"Adison, role it up." He chuckles.
"She starts turning the nob quickly while the dog jumps up in the air to try and get into the truck. Adison starts to scream.
Her dad starts laughing more and speeds the truck up.
Adison finally gets the window roled up. She looks over at her dad, who's still laughing.
"That was not funny." She says while fixing her hair and getting a twig out of it.
"It really was though."
Adison laughs a little with him as he starts driving the truck up the gravled hill.

She looks in the mirror to see if the dog is still near. It's running far behind the dust of the truck, but still in sight. She cracks her window a bit while looking out of it.
"What's the cage for?" She asks.
He looks over at the cage beside the horse cabled fence.
"A dog."
"That dog back there?"
"Nope."
"What dog?"
"Great Dane."
Adison looks at her dad. "No."
"Adison.."
"No!"
"Not all Great Dane's are the same, Adison."
"Pa, no!"
"It'll be in the cage most of the time."
"I don't care. I'm not gettin' out of this truck until I know for sure that it's in the cage."
He sighs while pulling beside the house. "I'll go get your Grandpa so he can find her."
"It's a girl?"
"Yeah. She's pregnant too."
"So this Great Dane is gonna' be sproutin' out more Great Dane's?!"
He laughs while getting out of the truck and shuts the door quickly behind him so the blonde haired dog can't get in.
Adison can hear her father yelling at the dog, "Git! Shoo! Git!"
She looks out through her window and watches as the dog follows him to the front door of the house.
She suddenly starts hearing a loud bark from beyond the horses field. She looks over and see's a big dog running out of the weeds quickly. It's the Great Dane.
Adison scoots to the middle of the truck, not knowing what the beast was capable of. She notices though, it starts sniffing the air. It looks at the truck and runs over to it, knowing that it's new to its territory. It sniffs at the tires then starts barking and howling and carein' on around the truck. It puts its paws on the side of it to look into the window. When it see's Adison it starts barking more and growling. Adison scoots over to her fathers' seat.

Suddenly, she stops barking. Adison watches her as her ears go up straight. The beast looks back at the field while putting all fours back on the dirt. She sniffs the air then starts wagging her tail and puts her head down low, as if she wanted to play adding the 'I'm in trouble' look.

Adison looks up at the weeds in the field to see a young man walking out of them.
He whistles and claps his hands. "Come here, girl!"
The Dane darts towards him with saliva flying out of her mouth. She tackles him to the ground then starts jumping around as if she were a puppy. The man gets up and looks at the truck. He starts walking over to it.

Adison roles her window down a little bit more.
"Sorry if she spooked ya'." He smiles while petting the top of the dogs head.

Just then, Adison's father walks out of the house. The dogs ears shoot up and she starts dashing over the him.
"Skyler!" The young man yells at her. The dog stops and looks back. "You come here." He warns.
She sits down on the dirt with her head low and her ears down.
"No. You come here right now!"
She gets up and slowly walks over to him with her tail between her legs.
"Now, you sit down right there unless I say other wise."

Adison couldn't believe how well the dog was tamed. Maybe her father was right. Maybe all Great Dane's aren't the same.
"You could call for her all day, sir. She won't move a paw." He says to Adison's father.
He laughs and says, "So you got her trained down real nice, do ya?"
He nods. "Yes, sir. This dog here's mine. Raised her since she was a pup."
"My daughter here.." He says while looking at Adison. "..isn't a big fan of dogs. She's crazy for puppies though. She just ain't fond of the big dogs. Specialy this Great Dane of yours'."
"I understand, sir. I have a cage for her. Put her in there sometimes at night. I can keep her in there during the day if you want me to."
"You don't have to keep her in there all day. Wouldn't want her to be miserable. Just take her out when Adison isn't outside and it'll be good."
"Will do, sir." He smiles and shakes his hand.

"Adison, it's alright to come out now." Her father says.
She opens the door and steps out and slams it shut.
Forgetting about the other dogs roaming around, she grabs her bags out of the back of the truck and walks to the front door of the house.

"What's your name, son?"
"Landon, sir."
"Landon?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, Landon, tell Mr.White that I'll be back up here in two weeks to check on Adison. Can you do that for me?"
"I sure will." He says while taking his hat off.
"It was nice meeting you then." He shakes his hand.
"Nice meeting you." Landon smiles.

Adison's father walks into the house and goes to the room Adison is staying in.
"Are you gonna' be okay here for a few months?"
"Yeah. I'll be fine."
"Okay. Come here." He says while offering a hug before leaving.
Adison walks over to him and hugs him tightly. "Bye, Pa."
"Bye." He says. Then walks out of the room.
Adison walks over to her window and watches as he gets into the truck and pulls away out of sight. She watches as about five dogs chase after the dusty trail.
She sighs, flops down on her bed, and closes her eyes.

"Adison." She hears her Grandpa' yell.
"Yeah?"
"Come on outside for a minute."
She gets up and walks down the hallway and up to the screen door and peaks out and see's a forewheeler and her Grandpa on it.
"Come on." He says.
"Where we goin'?" She asks while opening the screen door quietly and shutting it the same way.
"I want you to see somethin' out in the bull pen."
"Bull pen? You have a bull pen?" She asks.
"Yep, I put it in a few weeks after you left last summer. Now come on."
She walks down the steps and gets on the forewheeler and holds onto his shoulders.
He turns the key then pushes the gas.
"Isn't the field the other way?"
"Yeah."
"Then why are we goin' this way for?"
He doesn't answer her but rides over to the shed where Landon is getting twigs out of a black dogs' fur. He turns the engine off.
"Landon, get your forewheeler out."
"Why?"
"I need you to control your dog while I show Adison the bull pen."
Landon nudges the black dog and it runs over to Adison and her Grandpa's forewheeler and smells Adison's leg then sits down.

Landon smiles and says, "Don't worry. She's a shy dog. She won't do anything to ya'. Doesn't even bark much. She's a sweet heart."
Adison smiles and watches as the black dog roles over to scratch her back on the dirt while getting twigs in her fur again.
When Landon gets his forewheeler out, he grabs his key then sits down and turns it on.
He pushes on the gas and rides over to Skyler, who is still laying where Landon told her to lay.
"Get up."
The dog stands up and wags her tail.
"Come on." Landon yells while going off full speed toward the fields.
Skyler follows right up beside the forewheeler.
Landon looks down at his speed meter.
"25." He smiles.
He pushes the handle down more with his thumb.
"28." She's still right up beside him.
He starts going on 30 and she's already running up ahead of him a little bit.
He slows down to let Adison and her Grandpa catch up.

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