You all just aren't going to believe this. I was coming home last night on a country road and I saw this poor little guy walking along, dragging his backpack. I immediately stopped to see if I could help him as we were out in the middle of nowhere. He was very, very nice but getting parched from being out in the sun for so long.
He said that he was driving across country to find his twin brother, Beaker, and his truck broke down! Nobody had come by for hours, days, weeks... I mean, hours... and his cell phone didn't work out there, no service. I drove him back to his truck so he could get his things and we headed to my house where he could rest up and get his strength back.
He said his name is Popper!
Here's poor Popper with nothing but distance ahead of him...
See his backpack and cell phone... poor guy, he needs a different cell phone company.
Here he is back at his truck, it was really dirty from driving on country roads. We don't know what's wrong with it, but the mechanic said it may not be fixable.
When we got back to our house he was desperate for a drink. I offered him water but he said he really wanted a nice big glass of fresh cold goats milk... so he got it.
He said his feet were cold and asked if we had some slippers for him. I got him a pair... the pair didn't quite work so he just warmed up in one. (Don't tell anyone but he says he just loves Winnie the Poo!
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After resting for a few hours he was very curious about where he was, so part of the family took him for a walk to show him around.
That's it for now. He's taking today off to rest and then he wants to see more of Colorado.