My sister was born in March of 1975. For Christmas that year, my grandparents gave my parents a puppy (I don’t know why—they already got the grandchild they wanted). Since my sister was already born, Ranger was used to her. But I came along three years later. Apparently Ranger didn’t know what to make of me. In an attempt to help Ranger love me, my parents referred to me (to Ranger—hopefully not to anyone else) as a “people puppy.” A people puppy. I’m not sure what I think about that.
Current song in my head:
“I’ll Follow the Sun” by the Beatles