Monday Memories

 I went to pick up my father in June of 2007 and was surprised that he had a puppy.  He, like I have said in recent months, said no more dogs after his Dalmatian had died.  Joe was dropped off/abandoned.  My Dad found him tied with a string to the handle on his garage door.

 So this is how I hauled the little booger back to Texas for a visit.  I doubt if I could get Joe's long legs in a storage container now.

Even then Joe liked my bed.  Actually, I was just trying to keep him from Lucy and Sable at the time.  I remember several sleepless nights during that visit.  They were all crying and howling for one another.  At any rate, Joe proved a lot of company for Dad the next 3 or more years before they would finally come live with me.