As long as I've been alive, my dad has always had two things--a good truck and a good truck dog. Over the years, the trucks have gotten nicer and the dogs have gotten smaller, but the concept is unchanging. He is just a dog person. I'm not saying he doesn't like people, but I will say I've been on rides with him, sitting in the back seat, with a grinning dog looking back at me from the front seat. In the early days, the dogs made practical sense. Pop worked construction and drove around in an old pickup truck full...