Bob Wright
Hawkeye
Please pardon me for feeling a little nostalgic today. It's my daughter's birthday today. She turned 57 at 8:21 this morning, and she's some 750 miles away. And excuse me for sharing this story from her childhood:
Linda has always had an affinity for dogs. Somehow, they sense she is a dog person. Even as a child every stray headed for her, even sort of protected her. One day when she was about four or five, I came home for lunch. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw her sitting with a big German shepherd, the dog seeming to play along with her.
"Linda," I began to question her, "where did........."
"She's my new friend," Linda answered before I finished, "Her name's Patti Jo."
"Um, how did you know she's a girl?" I asked. Much less how did she know the name, if in fact, she did?
"Daddy," she said, pointing to the under parts, "You have to look under them."
What do you say to that?
Bob Wright
Linda has always had an affinity for dogs. Somehow, they sense she is a dog person. Even as a child every stray headed for her, even sort of protected her. One day when she was about four or five, I came home for lunch. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw her sitting with a big German shepherd, the dog seeming to play along with her.
"Linda," I began to question her, "where did........."
"She's my new friend," Linda answered before I finished, "Her name's Patti Jo."
"Um, how did you know she's a girl?" I asked. Much less how did she know the name, if in fact, she did?
"Daddy," she said, pointing to the under parts, "You have to look under them."
What do you say to that?
Bob Wright