Omigosh! My dad has this weird pleasure of finding old, embarrassing pictures of me (you know...think huge hair, tight-rolled jeans, and LOTS of hairspray) then displaying them in my house when he comes over to take care of the "boys."
Well, I came home to this one yesterday evening....Whi le still embarrassing (Ummmm....I won't even start on the slicked down hair), I thought it was a cute picture of me and my brother with our then 8 week old Golden Retriever! My mom and I still laugh at the fact that I HATED playing with dolls as a little girl, and always carried around a stuffed animal dog. But, I had to go through a lot of them because I usually destroyed them trying to "feed" them and "give them medicine" while playing vet. Ahh...so, here it is....one's a dog freak, always a dog freak!!!