From: My Mother, although my Father had some small part.
Well, my Grandfather had a black lab that had puppies in Grandma's closet. She was so proud to show off her puppies. A really nice, friendly dog. One summer, many years later, I told Grandma that I remembered that dog. She was surprised that I remembered that dog because I was so young.
That autumn during deer hunting season, a cousin was visiting with her husband and two boys - the guys went hunting - and another cousin showed up with a friend of hers from the area. I started reminiscing about that dog, extolling her virtues, and then as if it suddenly dawned on me, I turned to my 16 year old cousin Kelly and said "You know, your dad really must have liked that dog to name you after her." You know what, she looked even prettier when she was angry! Grandma kept a straight face the whole time, she probably figured out what was coming.
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