The last week in July, before I left for Kaslo was a bit of a melancholy week. Troy and his pooch Sidney left for Alberta. We were all sad to see him go, "You're always welcome here. If you ever want to come back we'll boot someone out you," I told him with my tongue firmly planted in my cheek.
So off he went to the oil patch, mumbling about derricks and helicopters.
Oh to my surpise to come home from a very long drive from the interior to see his shiny truck. Apparently arrived at 3am that morning, scaled the fence.
This time, Greig said, he had been mumbling about pipe wrenches and rednecks.
Welcome home Troy and Miss Sidney. Happy day indeed.