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Updated: Aug 2, 2021


I looked out at the sleet, down at poor Rudy, and asked him if he would come to get us. “I’m on my way,” he said, hanging up. "

The electrical system in my car shorted and my dog, Rudy, and I were stranded at a rest area a few miles from the Canadian border in upstate New York. I was in my early 20’s, before cell phones, and didn’t know much about solving problems yet, but I managed to get a tow truck driver to take me to the nearest mall in Watertown before he pulled my car off to a dealership. It was raining cold and hard as the driver dropped me at the mall entrance, and a security guard drove up to tell me I couldn’t even wait in the doorway with Rudy because the mall had a no dog policy. I called my parents from a pay phone, and my mother put my father on the line, which made me uncomfortable since my father and I had never had any kind of a relationship, and barely spoke. I looked out at the sleet, down at poor Rudy, and asked him if he would come to get us. “I’m on my way,” he said, hanging up. For three hours, I sat in the freezing, covered entry, and dodged the security guard by keeping Rudy zipped up in my coat, his hidden body shivering as the temperature dropped around us. My dad finally pulled up, and I opened the front door of his car. “I need Rudy to sit in front with us so that he can warm up.” “Ok,” he said, and the three of us drove home towards Binghamton. I looked over at my father. I had never asked him for anything before. From that day on, we became friends.


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