Flashback Friday . . .

My first dog, Alhambra, Ali for short. (Yes, my sister Susan named him) He lived long enough that Gerry knew him..and hated him. Little Ali was a biter and nailed me many a time, most memorably when he bite my nose and refused to let go.

What followed was a silver poodle missle sailing through the air.

Sorry Ali, but that hurt like a mother.