The days are few and far between when I get a tail wagggin’ when we meet again.
I get it. He takes her shooting and motorcycle riding and wrestles with her like her peer.
I get it. He lets her run loose when he’s working outside, practically forgetting about her, while her mother keeps a tight rein on her when it’s her turn to work outside.
I get it. He gives her a bone every time he comes home from work, although she still can’t flip it off her nose and catch it her mouth.
But, Deefor, I want you to know those rough-n-tumble activities do not come without their consequences, and I hereby, promise to never get a fish hook stuck in your nose like someone else we know.
