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Wow, that was beautiful Whacky.
I've never met my father, but after reading your post, I love yours already! There is something so touching about a person who presents a gruff side to the world, but demonstrates such heartfelt kindness "when no one is looking". I think my favorite part was the ugly cat's name. That alone gives indication of your daddy's big, kind heart. 
posted by
PhillyBorn68
on April 30, 2005 at 9:47 PM
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Whacky, Hey, What's up?
posted by
kingmi
on April 29, 2005 at 5:51 PM
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Hope you are well.....
posted by
Original_Influence
on April 29, 2005 at 9:56 AM
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Whacky46,
Thanks for reading my blog.
posted by
A-and-B
on April 28, 2005 at 2:06 AM
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What a sweet post!
Such wonderful memories.
You know what touched my heart the most though? Your love of hearing your dad's laugh. That was always the highlight of my time with my dad as well. Hearing his laugh was one of the most wonderful things in the world.
posted by
Jemmie211
on April 25, 2005 at 10:02 PM
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Thanks for reading my blog.
posted by
A-and-B
on April 25, 2005 at 9:16 PM
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Whacky, Anyone who can give up the last bite of an icecreamcone, is a true animal lover and a true hmanitarian. Thanks for the nice visit and comments on my YHT blog. You rock! (You do spend considerable amount of time on your roof, you are aware of that?)
posted by
kingmi
on April 25, 2005 at 6:30 PM
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whacky46 - a lovely tribute to your dad, dog and icecream!
posted by
littlemspickles
on April 24, 2005 at 10:27 PM
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Whacky46
I like reading your blogs, Whacky. Keep them coming.
posted by
johnmacnab
on April 24, 2005 at 7:49 PM
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Hi, Whacky46ello
I enjoyed reading about your dad. Aren't memories grand? I remember the tale my father often told about trying to feed limburger cheese to the cat. He always laughed when he told the part about the cat trying to bury it, because it stunk.
TTFN Jacenta
posted by
jacentaOld
on April 24, 2005 at 6:53 PM
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I used to have a teddy bear named Brownie!
posted by
Original_Influence
on April 24, 2005 at 6:35 PM
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Whacky,
I can picture that sly, I don't really like dogs, but I'll slip him a treat act of your Dad's. He didn't want to admit he was a big old softy, I'll bet.
posted by
Blanche.
on April 24, 2005 at 6:34 PM
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That reminds me.. I need to clean the gutters...
posted by
Ca88andra
on April 24, 2005 at 6:24 PM
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Nice post. I love the explanation for why he named the cat "lovely."
posted by
Julia.
on April 24, 2005 at 3:49 PM
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Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful memories with us
....and oh yeah...if you have got vanilla or strawberry, I'll be there
posted by
_Symphony_
on April 24, 2005 at 8:28 AM
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Interesting story. Young kids would actually share their cones with their pets, eating together.
Ann.
posted by
A-and-B
on April 23, 2005 at 5:08 PM
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Lovely story, Wacky...(No pun intended)
I'll come have an ice cream cone with you whenever you want...Just give me a hollar!! I really wish I could have known your dad...He must have been such a wonderful fellow...Your story about his Brownie reminded me of something that happened to me after my last surgery.
I met a lady who trained and owned therapy dogs. I was in a rehab centre of a hospital about twenty minutes away from where I live, recovering from my knee surgery. Anyway, the lady's name was Sharon and her dog's name was Simba. (Simba was a female.) She was absolutely without doubt the LARGEST dog I've ever seen.
Simba was part Rot Wiler, part Lab, part Retriever, and part Husky. She liked everyone at the rehab centre...But for some reason, she was especially fond of me...
The first time I met Sharon and Simba, we talked for hours. Simba had actually been her granddaughter's dog, but when her daughter had to move away, Simba stayed with Sharon and her husband.
Okay, so here comes the funny part of my story...(Sort of a TWINKIES story, only the dog is the main character.) The day after our visit, my friend Lise, who was in charge of the rec room at the hospital, came in to see me.
"Christy," she said to me with an enormous smile on her face, "I have to tell you something."
"What's up," I asked. To tell you the truth, I was a bit worried that maybe I'd done something to get her into trouble or something.
"Sharon called me this morning...It seems that Simba has a real crush on you!" I couldn't help laughing out loud. "What do you mean, she has a crush on me?"
"Well, apparently when Sharon got home last night, Simba walked around the house very slowly and starting whining her head off when she couldn't find you!" This made me laugh even harder, but I was secretly pleased. "Awww...How sweet!"
"Oh, wait," Lise said, "it gets better."
How could it possibly get any better, I thought. There's a dog the size of a dragon in love with me!
"Okay, so tell me the rest of the story."
"
Well, Sharon and her husband don't allow Simba to sleep in the house at night. Last night when they were ready for bed, they tried to get her outside. She wouldn't budge! She gave up whining for you...She started going up and down the strairs howling like mad because she didn't know where you were! She ended up on their bed, and the only way they could get her off again was for Sharon's husband to pick her up and carry her outside himself!"
So, I guess this story proves it once and for all...I'm just one of those people with animal magnatism!!
I have another story for you similar to that one, but I'll tell ya 'bout that some other time...Yes, the TWINKIES story is so sweet! Thanks again for sending it to me...And thanks again for sharing Brownie's story with me...God bless.
posted by
lovelyladymonk
on April 23, 2005 at 4:42 PM
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