My dad never commanded a dog to leave his chair.
He gave it flying lessons.
Blaaaaaargh! I have to stay off the main board! I keep typing carefully-worded, polysyllabic posts in which I tell a Random FR Misogynist to bleep himself with a garbleblarg ... but then I erase them (or you’d be hearing the Patented Psychotic Rants from here.)
Someone post a joke or an African animal picture, while I go to Walmart!
Perhaps, in the grand scheme of things, your dad knew which end was up. However, Mr. Sg has earned my everlasting love, loyalty, and my presence at his back in a fire fight (whatever that is, lol!). We’re both so fortunate to have had these splendid persons in our lives, eh what? Speaking of eh, what, where the halifax are Joe Pro Bono, The Old Lady, and moose 07?