Father's Day

Molly honored me for Father's Day by waking me up early so she could go out, she didn't cook me breakfast but she ate half of mine, and brawled with all of the other dogs in the neighborhood for good measure. As long as Molly had a good time, that's all that matters. I honor my father every day by continuing my relationship with dogs. Towards the end of his life, he would have much rathered to hang out with his "pack" of dogs than he would people. My father was a wise man.