Fred was truly an incredible dog. The kind of dog that fills a young boys life going through difficult times of high school. He never met a stranger and never started a dog fight. After I graduated from college, I moved to Atlanta and started my first computer job. I settled into a house, and Fred moved from my parents home in South Georgia to live with me. Whenever I would make the occasional trip to South Georgia to visit family and friends, I would spread a furniture blanket over the backseat. Fred would stretch out and go to sleep.
Macon was about halfway on the drive, so I would stop at a McDonald's on the bypass and get dinner from the drive up window. I would order an extra cheeseburger, a small order of fries, and a small cup of water for Fred. We would park at the end of the parking lot near a light post. I would chain him to the light post where he could enjoy the cool grass, break the cheeseburger is small pieces and give them to him while eating my dinner. Then he would catch french fries one by one as I tossed them to him. Once we were both done eating, I would hold the cup of water at an angle where he could get his long nose into the cup far enough to lap water. He would drink the entire cup. I would then give him a short walk, and he was ready to travel again.
Less than 10 minutes back on the highway, Fred would be stretched out across the back seat sound asleep. He would wake up when I slowed down or stopped for a traffic light, stand up on the back of my seat and look over my shoulder out the windshield to see where we were. As soon as we began moving, he would jump down and go back to sleep.
He was always a great companion and an excellent traveller.