"Go haunt the house."
It was always said with love in a very good natured way. I can remember my Grandfather jingling the change he always had in his pocket too. I wonder if my Dad will say it to my niece Emma when she gets old enough. I bet he will. Many years from now she may reminisce and smile about the very same memory I am. That would be sweet.
Of course Sixto didn't understand me and he happily kept jumping all over demanding he be petted and treated like the royal puppy he is. I complied!
Smiling,
Nicola Byrne
It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.
-Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
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