Fathers Day

Pops passed his love for dogs on to me and dogs have always been part of the family. I was watching a video of some old home movies that my sister found of us when we were kids and in most of the scenes there was a dog. My sister knew most of their names and I was really young but the videos showed they were part of the family. The dogs were up on the couch with us, greeting Pops at the door, or playing with us. Molly has been part of my family since the day I got her. She is the daughter I never had and I don't even have to buy her a car, worry about her dating, or paying for college. I remember the last conversation I ever had with my father. I was living in Gastonia when he got real sick and they called me late one night and told me I needed to come to Hendersonville. I realized the seriousness of the situation so I didn't give Molly a chance to do her business before I rolled down I-85. Right as I pulled into the entrance to my neighborhood Molly took a humongous dump in my backseat. It was a good, smelly one too. I had to clean it up before I could go see my father. I told him the story of what happened and he gave me intructions on how to prevent it from ever happening again. Looking back on it, it is kind of fitting that the last conversation we ever had was about a family dog. My family dog.