I’m not ashamed in the least, though. Nana, Chief’s Mom, Fawn, is the Reservation Police Chief, along with being a psychiatrist. Xxnx Eric wouldn’t stay with her a week as a blond. “Hell, Son,” Dad said, “Send those dogs out for a pepperoni pizza!”
“Oops, Dad,” I admitted, “you may have found their weakness now, they’re both fools over Aunt Juanita and Uncle Shortys fajitas, tamales, and barbecue!” I’d been Dad’s straight man in his comedy act for years, but I slip a zinger in now and then. With my large roping horse I may have sacrificed a few milliseconds in getting on a calf, but I usually had a loop on them as quick as the rest. With your Mom in the police business we might even work out a deal where you could take a share of the puppies or of their selling price?
