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Oh, yes. I felt like I was stuck at the I-5 on ramp in Sacramento for awhile there, but eventually our ride came and he was a very nice man even though he was wealthy. We had a lot of "weird" things in common. He was driving one of those newer cars with all the computers and LEDs because that's what wealthy people drive, but he didn't try to take me off in the woods to chop me up with a chainsaw or anything.So how did the story end? Did somebody help you?
He had just moved to the area as soon as he could afford to retire from his job in the city. His wife teaches at the college. They were just regular people who could have been my friends under other circumstances.
He and his wife are major dog geeks who take their pooches hiking in the community forest, so he probably figured out what was up when he saw the "homeless" walking around in a wealthy neighbourhood with what he initially thought was three little dogs. Willow is tightly bonded to me now, as well as the dogs, and this was the second weird me-crisis where she just picked up on the fact that she needed to not freak out. I didn't have her backpack with me and it was a busy street. We don't have any other humans in our family. This had the potential to end very badly.What was their reaction to Willow?
But it didn't. I just popped her into the shoulder bag I was carrying for tired doggies, sammiches, recorder and harmonica, and other random little things. She trusted me to get us out of there and just waited.
Surprise, of course. He asked me to get in the back seat because of the doggies' muddy paws, which was slightly scary at first because it's been so long since I've hitch hiked that I hadn't even thought about the automatic door locks that modern cars have.What was their reaction to Willow?
I'm skeered of rich people, obviously, but they were just regular folks like you and me.