Way back, very early '80's, my ex and I visited one of his friends who moved to San Diego.
The wife of the friend needed to buy a dress and asked if I wanted to go to the mall with her (she's third generation Californian!)
Anyhow, a pet store, in the mall, had a Springer Spaniel in the window. He was already five months old; too old for pet store, discounted half off, last sibling sold...
I had a year old Springer back home (Nimitz!)and I must have walked by the pet store a half a dozen times checking the dog out before I actually went in and bought him!
I asked the wife, "What's this mall called?"
She answered, "Fashion Valley".
I really couldn't see me yelling "Fashion Valley!" so naming the dog after the mall was out.
I named him Diego, he was a good dog and I miss him!
You are so blessed to have your extended family know exactly who you are and what Fred means to you. I'm sitting alone here in Seattle, tearing up over your post. I'm so happy to see that you understand what's really important in life.
Hey babe...it was great seeing you and Fred on Sunday. Alex and Pablo were speaking about you both tonight. And Manlio was talking about how well someone kissed!
Donovan - As Neil said ... it's so cool to read this, and know that (despite some bumps) your family treasures you and welcomes Fred as part of the tribe. And (no suprise) that you treasure them as well.
Mom Wolf, like her mother my Grandma Hattie was really the glue that kept out family physically in regular contact. Both of their 80th birthdays were 150-plus relatives, just as an example. Without that catalyst we are too scatterd, and (re. my sister and I) too far apart in age. You are very lucky to ne able to have a family weekend like this.
I smiled at the last paragraph ... I'm pretty sure the patio of The Hole is where we met (a softball tournament even :>)) and smooched for the first time.
I'm claiming another one the next time we sse each other if that's OK with you!
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Way back, very early '80's, my ex and I visited one of his friends who moved to San Diego.
The wife of the friend needed to buy a dress and asked if I wanted to go to the mall with her (she's third generation Californian!)
Anyhow, a pet store, in the mall, had a Springer Spaniel in the window. He was already five months old; too old for pet store, discounted half off, last sibling sold...
I had a year old Springer back home (Nimitz!)and I must have walked by the pet store a half a dozen times checking the dog out before I actually went in and bought him!
I asked the wife, "What's this mall called?"
She answered, "Fashion Valley".
I really couldn't see me yelling "Fashion Valley!" so naming the dog after the mall was out.
I named him Diego, he was a good dog and I miss him!
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Merry Christmas, my friend ...
HUGS!
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Hugs and Merry Christmas!
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Mom Wolf, like her mother my Grandma Hattie was really the glue that kept out family physically in regular contact. Both of their 80th birthdays were 150-plus relatives, just as an example. Without that catalyst we are too scatterd, and (re. my sister and I) too far apart in age. You are very lucky to ne able to have a family weekend like this.
I smiled at the last paragraph ... I'm pretty sure the patio of The Hole is where we met (a softball tournament even :>)) and smooched for the first time.
I'm claiming another one the next time we sse each other if that's OK with you!
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