Then sometimes, when we would all be sitting together, dad would say in his stern voice "Come over here"...and you knew what was coming....he would put his big huge rough right hand on your forehead, and spread the fingers apart...then with his left hand, he would pull back the the right hands middle finger as far back as he could get it, and then let go of it, and let it snap you right on the forehead...he always called that a 'botchigaloui'...that is a phonetic rendition, have no idea how one spells that word, if it is even a word...sometimes the finger whomped you so hard, it did hurt...then dad would grin, pat you on the back, and send you on your way...again, it just seemed to be his way, of telling you that you were a good kid, but watch it, and stay that way...I sure miss my old dad...
Palo...tonite is the beginning night of the Westminster...check your TV schedule...the hounds, tho will be on tomorrow evening...cant wait to see which basset hound won his bassty group...There is a handsome Basset, who has been winning a lot, his name is Bumpers...hes a well endowed male basset, a perfect boyfriend for Lulu...
I very much liked the story of your sweet but strict father.
Did you see the one Palo told about the "joy" her papa had when someone asked him directions; because then he had the honour of taking them there himself?
I very much liked the story of your sweet but strict father.
Did you see the one Palo told about the "joy" her papa had when people asked him directions; because then he had the honour of taking them there himself?
Or, if I had a really silly day.. he would always say.."you're going to be crying before the days over." I always was, because I always went just a bit too far....