Hitchhiking Hound
It was so good to see a picture of Ranger (who we also called Rudder) in the spring 2018 issue, as I had not seen him since I was an undergraduate at Texas A&M.
When I was a sophomore, we moved from the old Corps Dorm 12 to a new dorm near Sbisa Dining Hall. I had all my clothes in the car, clean and pressed to meet Corps standards. In driving to the new dorm, I encountered Ranger sitting in the middle of the road. As I approached, he jumped up and bit my car’s front grill. I tried everything to get him to move—honking, inching forward—but nothing worked and traffic was building up behind me. Finally, I got out of the car, picked him up and put him in the back seat. Tired from jumping on my car, he proceeded to slobber all over my uniforms. He was in my car until I got to the new dorm, making a huge mess of everything in the back seat.
That is my most vivid memory of Ranger, because he cost me so much time and hassle. But I thought he was a very funny dog, and he was loved by everyone.
Dr. Clifford Fry ’67
College Station, Texas