My two sons and I were on the way home f rom our overnight camping trip to Pine Mountain. As we were riding along at about 55 mph, Jeffrey began screaming, “Stop-stop-stop.” His dog, Buck, had jumped out the window and was dangling on the side of the truck, held from disaster by the leash in Jeffrey’s hand and a sturdy shoulder harness. We stopped and checked him over … just some road rash. No broken bones or anything.

The day before, my daughter, Ashley, had insisted he take a much stronger leash. It saved the dog’s life, for a weaker one would have snapped.

My son LOVES his dog.