Today, I was talking dogs with the Viking, as we have 3 of the worst behaved dogs in the universe, hands down.
We talked about his family and their love for dogs. It led to a conversation about his Grandfather, and an employee of his Grandfathers. Apparently, some time ago, this employee goes to the Vikings grandfather for bail money for his son.
The Vikings grandfather asks the employee, “what’s he in there for?”
The employee tells him for dogfighting. The Vikings grandfather, in all of his glory, responds, “fuck no, he can sit in there and rot”.
So, I have a new personal hero today.
I know that people who are true dog lovers are generally just better people. His family is full of real and true dog lovers.
I know where the kid gets his big ass heart from, at least.
Really, if I have to have anything to do with anyone, I prefer it’s a dog lover. So, I can conversate with these folk. At least I know we have something in common.
Damn April! You hit that there jackpot! I'm grinning like an idiot for you. Gramps words could have come out of my mouth. Solid folk!