Today I am thinking about how my Dad really has always been nuts over his Boston Terrier Sofie. Every time I see him, he will, at some point, sit watching Sofie and will inevitably shake his head and say "That is the best dog in the whole world. Look at her."
This morning slicing some bread I made reminded me of how I got that bread knife. About a year ago my Dad came over with Sofie to visit. He came in and stayed a while, talked a while about Sofie, we offered him some bread (which he politely turned down) and then left. Minutes after leaving he called and said "How about I get you a good bread knife and bring it over, then you give me a piece of your bread?" I told him he could have bread without bringing me a knife but that sounded great! When he came over with the bread he told us that he pulled up into the parking lot of Target. He knew he couldn't bring Sofie inside the store. Positive someone would steal her from his locked, alarm equipped car during the three minutes he was inside, he said he looked around and waited for people to go inside. When all the people were out of the parking lot, he wrapped her in a blanket so no one would see her, opened the trunk, put her inside, took her out of the blanket and then shut it. We laughed so hard at him for that! I can honestly say that as cute and perfect as a dog may be, I have never thought of stealing one from anywhere, let alone a locked car with a set alarm. I still think he probably looked more suspicious doing that than any of the dog nappers in the area that night. He really knows he has the most perfect dog ever born!