My grandparents have a strapping, sweet Doberman dog that goes by Dante. (They are addicts to Dobermans, this is their 3rd in my lifetime. Dantes ancestors are Diablo and Rebel, and all of them are as sinister as they sound) So..... while consulting the family tree, I realized that, if Dante is my grandparents dog- he is their son. Which, by blood and all, makes Dante, my Uncle.
And, lucky for AMC and I, we've had Uncle Dante stay with us for one whole lovely night, which is 4 walks worth of living in dog-land. which is super fun.
Uncle Dante is his own person. If he were on eHarmony his profile would read: athletic, sweet, 4 year old male who loves to dive into rivers and be courteous to nearby ducks. Enjoys dining on kleenex, paper material and bark. Looking to meet a nice girl who relishes snuggling with clean socks. Fond of traveling, I move my bed around the house, all day and throughout the night, just to be close to the ones I love.
Dear Dante, I miss you already. Thanks for making people think I have good taste in dogs so I must be cool if I picked you. Also, thank you for making people think that I am such a good dog owner because you mind your manners so well.
Miss you man, and I hope you aren't too bored listening to NPR at home while we work. See you in a few weekends, I'll bring your favorite sockball.
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