When my dad was a boy he had a pet Bulldog. One day while he was at school the dog was hit by a car and died. He told this story many times as I was growing up. About how Grandma broke the news to him, and how much he love that dog. Bulldog was my dads nick name, given to him by his childhood friends, and even on the day he was laid out in the funeral home at his death, many of his old friends were there, still calling him Bulldog, laughing about all the crazy pranks he used to pull. My dad was a one of a kind. Crazy complex, contradictory. He loved animals. At one point he had two pet ducks that he had trained to walk on leashes. Always had cats and dogs, pet rabbits. It was really a sight to see, this big burly man, holding tiny baby rabbits in his hands. Sweet talking to them in his smooth baritone voice.
I think about my dad a lot and wish he were still here. The world could use a few more pranksters, story tellers, kick ass shaman, common sense medicine men, who can trick out your car, make you the perfect Rum Rickey and sing you a tune all in the same breath. Yep............
Here's Looking At You dog.......
Image: Me and daddy
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