I remember my own dog Tippy when I was a boy. Oldest brother Allen says he lay Tippy as a puppy on my mother's swollen tummy during the summer of 1953, and she awoke thinking the little furball was a skunk.... white tipped tale and face. Back then, Tippy was just a part of the family and I think he was just like my brothers and sister... just there. But now, watching Jan and Simon with Bailey reminds me that boys and dogs just go together. It's fun to watch. Lucky Bailey...
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Bailey stayed beneath Rich's writing chair just long enough to finish his new book, Writing on the Bus. To view the book's website, just click on this sentence.
Posted by Rich at 9:57 AM