A Man's Best Friends

The Bob loves the dogs. The ones we have now, at least.

Pacifico

and Shiner

Growing up, I don't think I saw my dad pet our old dogs a single time. Corona and Lone Star, for whatever reason, were like Peter Tosh dogs in his eyes -- they couldn't find no love, no sympathy.

What is it that softens a man's stance towards his puppies in old age? I have no answer for you. But I do have an assurance: The Bob loves his dogs now. Have a look for yourself.

(I have no idea if he is calling Pacifico "staley" or "steely." Either way, I'm not quite sure those words have meanings.)