Memories

This weekend I was reminded of something I did a long time ago. My sister was dating this guy, we'll call him Bastard, who bought her a dog. King was a keeshound, a.k.a a big furry ball of stupid. He was soooo sweet and a good dog, but he was dumb as dirt.

I, however, managed to teach King a trick. I taught him to roll over on his back - when you told him to "Come here!"

The first time he did it when my sister told him to "Come here!" was a moment I will never forget. "Come here, King. No, come here! Coooooome here. Come here! Why does he keep rolling over?"

Bwa-ha-ha! He did it until the day he died. God, how I loved that dog.