Losing My Mind

In case you were wondering, yes, I mentioned the bulldog brigade in my dad's obituary.

Preceded in death by father, John and niece, Ria . Survived by children Natalie and Danny Jr., mother Carol, sisters Vickie, Val, & Amy, countless friends, and three loving grand-dogs.


My dad always claimed he hated all three dogs, except that I can't tell you how many times I overheard him talking to them, sharing whatever he was eating with them or telling people stories about them. Imagining that look of disgust he made whenever I referred to them as "grand-dogs" makes me laugh, because it was all an act. He thought I was ridiculous with them and I can just see him in heaven saying, "come on", but, as I said out loud when I wrote it, "look dad, if you can hear me, this is payback because you left me with a lot of paperwork, so, ha ha, now we're even." I like to think that even though he's gone, we can still play-fight about his relationship with the puppies...