I remember that brisk fall day when Dad took me aside and gave my own stick. Not one of those Fisher-Price toy sticks, mind you, but a real stick with some heft to it. “Now, you take good care of this,” he said, “It’s been in the family for generations. My pappy fetched it, and his pappy before him fetched it. Now I think you’re ready to fetch it.”
Puppy looks so proud, Andrew Y.
This is a wonderful, heart-warming story. This could have been on the cover of The Saturday Evening Post, if anyone remembers that.
I is ded. that is all
“I want a Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air
riflestick.”😂
Puppy looks soooooooo happy and dad looks so proud.
Hand it over Pops!!! And yeah, I’ll take realll good care of it, just let me get my chompers into it.
I wonder if Papa dog has a dog-leg lamp.
Careul, it’s fra-gee-lay.
Must be from Italy.
And I have no clue how it got broken, I was just trying to water my plants.
Oh god I kinda want one.
Messy Christmas? My kitchen could tell a story or two.
Allein, the conjuror – you are amazing.😂