I Am NOT A Dog Person….okay?

Listen, I’ve got no beef with the doggies of the world.  I’m just not a doggie person.  That’s all.

In the spring of 1988 my wife and son were coming from Texas to join me at my first duty station, Fort Lewis, WA.  I moved out of the barracks (where all the single soldiers live) and into a small temporary housing bungalow on post with the family while we searched for a home to rent.

When my wife and son first arrived from Texas I did a quick inventory and discovered that my family had expanded by four legs and a tail while I wasn’t looking. Continue reading “I Am NOT A Dog Person….okay?”