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    DOGS, REVIEWED!

    By Richard Day on Tue, 04/15/2014 - 7:47pm |

    I wrote, years ago about this dog I found at the rescue prison

    hhahahahah

    http://dagblog.com/arts/dogs-12087

    I told you all that I loved that dog.

    I had a visit (like I do four times a year) with my son and I recalled an incident involving this pup.Haahahahah

    I would come home and Erin would run to me, OH DADDY!

    If you have children you know what I experienced.

    OH DADDY!

    It was magical.

    Erin would do this and Seany would run too and then he might just wave his hand like it was no big deal.

    Hahahahahhaha

    And after Erin told me all these wondrous things, I would drop her and run after my son and say:

    WHAT THE HECK IS THIS? And I would pick him up and he would laugh and ….

    This was soooooooooooooo much fun.

    Well, a year following my catch from the animal prison farm, I came home and the kids were just looking like something was wrong.

    And I said:

    WHAT IS WRONG?

    And Sean could not recall this episode, he was here this weekend.

    But I recall it like it was yesterday.

    I recall coming home, and no one greeted me and I could not figure it out!

    Wait a minute, WHERE IS SPOT?

    Oh he must be in another room.

    Well, Spot was not in another room and I knew this because I searched.

    Oh, well then I discovered the truth and the truth was that Spot had run away.

    Okay.

    So I just run back to my car and I am taking a left at the thoroughfare and half a block away I see this stupid mutt playing in the back fenced yard of a neighbor.

    And I cannot stop laughing.

    All the anger is gone.

    And I take a right and park and knock on the door of my neighbor, whom I have never met.

    I knock on the door and this wonderful woman appears and I explain that I am just up the block and that I am sure that she has my dog.

    Oh, just a minute, she says.

    And I actually had a leash in my hand, and this nice lady just let me attach that leash to this idiot bitch. Hahahahahah

    I actually, and I am sure about this, reached into the pockets of my pants and offered her twenty bucks and she was really really mad.

    Oh I am sorry.

    I meant no disrespect but I need this animal for my children.

    Hahhahahahahaha

    I thank you for your time and I really really love this stupid animal.

    And then she laughed and I laughed.

    And I brought this pet back home.

    And I walk into my own home with this mutt and my children are crying.

    My children are so amazed.

    And my children are so overwhelmed by the fact that I did not kill their pet?

    Hahahahahahahahahahahah

    And I had thoughts at this moment, long ago.

    I mean, my kids actually thought I would severely punish this dumb animal.

    Hahahahahahahah

    Like I said before, Sean has no memory whatsoever of this episode.

    The only reason for this silly prose is that:

    HOW IN THE HELL WOULD MY CHILDREN GET THE IDEA THAT I WAS SO MEAN THAT I ACTUALLY WOULD KILL THEIR DOG?

    HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

    I mean what kind of father was I?

    Sean is my best friend (like I have a bunch of friends) and he has no memory of this incident whatsoever. Hahahahahah

    I dunno. I just thought about this incident and it amends the previous blog from so long ago.

    And that is all I got.

    Hahhahahahahah

    http://dagblog.com/arts/dogs-12087

     

     

     

    Comments

    Wonderful, DD!   There are many things that happen in our lives of which other people never take notice.  When I was a kid in the 1950's, my mother's godfather was the grandfather figure in my life,   He was an advertising executive in NYC and had been since the 1920's. He had the Buick account and the Goodyear time account, to name a few.  There was an oft told tale when my mom was still alive about how "Uncle Ed" had taken me to to a nightclub where comedian Joe E. Lewis was performing and somehow I ended up onstage as Mr. Lewis' comedic assistant.  I have absolutely no memory of this.  But I believe it happened.  I remember meeting restaurateur Toots Shor and later the Stork Club's Sherman Billingsly, who give me a chocolate covered cherry which I proceeded to spit up when I discovered it had cherry liqueur in it ...  Uncle Ed got us a beagle puppy from Sherman Billingsly.  We didn't know anything about breeding, we just loved the fact there was this puppy in the back of Uncle Ed and Aunt Agnes's Buick when they drove up from Florida to visit us.  Uncle Ed told us his name was Goldie, but my sister and I thought that was kind of a dumb name so we named him Chris after St. Christopher.  


    Just for laughs, my dad decided to register our puppy with the American Kennel Club, but when he went down to fill out the forms, they told him that Christopher was too common a name, so my dad came home later flashing the official AKC membership for "Happy Herman of LostBrook"...  (Lostbrook being the street on which we then lived in West Hartford, CT.)     We continued to call the dog Christopher and he turned out to be a fine family dog.  He did go through a couple of stages though; at one point, his bark completely changed, becoming more like a basset hound than a beagle.  He also went through a stage where he  liked to roam the neighborhood and would bring back souvenirs of his adventures; usually the heads of dolls, which we would put into a large box in the garage for people to search through if they were suddenly missing any doll parts.

    Thanks for allowing these thoughts to run through my head again.  It's been a while since I thought of them,


    by MrSmith1 on Thu, 04/17/2014 - 5:44pm

    This is a wonderful stream.

    Everybody loves Christopher (follower of the Christ, I assume, hahaha)

    Birth certificates for dogs?

    I swear I never saw any spot on Spot, but would one really deny a name taken from a five year old?

    All of a sudden I will recall something.

    If it is really bad, I 'erase' it. The process shuts down any need for drugs. hahaha

    But damn, you knew or met all these people! Damn!

    Amazing life, really.

    Joe E. Lewis!

    Damn!


    by Richard Day on Fri, 04/18/2014 - 5:06pm

    I thought about this again, that is this post and your delightful comment.

    I think you are the most amazing person I have ever met on line. and that includes two fellows who are now gone!

    Ducky is most interesting, but damn, the people you have met, the real chance at theatre that you have experienced, ......

    Jeeeez.

    I never get to meet or converse with folks like you!

    Amazing stories. That is all I can relate to.

    Thank you always for taking the time to comment on my silliness!

    I really mean this.

    the end


    by Richard Day on Tue, 05/20/2014 - 1:33am

    SOME FOLKS READ THIS? HA


    by Richard Day on Wed, 05/21/2014 - 10:15pm


     

     


    by Richard Day on Thu, 05/29/2014 - 8:31pm

    Thanks, man. I was actually in a kind down mode and this put a smile on my face, esp the part with the Beaver doing the twist.


    by Elusive Trope on Thu, 05/29/2014 - 8:47pm

    Well Trope, Daddy's just sleepin and Mama aint around. 

    hahahahahahahah


    by Richard Day on Thu, 05/29/2014 - 8:55pm

    Thing about The Twist is that it was an actual dance with actual moves, but anyone could do it more or else and let loose with it.


    by Peter Schwartz on Fri, 05/30/2014 - 10:28am

    It was also one could do without a specific partner, so everybody just go out and dance on the dance floor or wherever - it was a group thing or a solo thing, which I think was probably a big break from what dancing was for a lot of people at the time.


    by Elusive Trope on Fri, 05/30/2014 - 11:28am