As a father of three, we had our obligatory "Daddy we want a dog" campaign, and yes, it's all on me now, and that's cool, because he is now one of my children, and a saint in the making among dogs. I wasn't really in the market for another mouth to feed, but always did have a soft spot for my three lil' daddy's girl darlins, but my most powerful motivator was the world's strongest; fear, and that on my gravestone they would have etched: "Here lay Dad, the summinabatch who wouldn't let us have a dawg."
