We’re about to leave to go to visit with my dad at my sister’s for his last day in town. So I leave you with a post from Feb. 2004. Lisa has mentioned this story in a couple of comments lately so I thought I’d rerun it so I could humiliate myself for the enjoyment…

My dad breeds dogs. Today we went with him to deliver 3 tiny daschund puppies to a pet store owner in Asheville, NC. This is a family run pet store and they only buy dogs from breeders, no puppy mills. Sara, Jake, and I piled into my dad’s truck with the 3 puppies, my dad…