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Me and JP, Conversations with a 4 and 1/2 year-old…

20160816_12453220160816_12440020160816_124417_001JP is my now 4 and 1/2 year-old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog lived with us while their new house was being built.  One of the best things about having them here was spending time talking with him.  It makes me hopeful for the next generation.  He is so wise and so much fun!   You can find all my Me & JP stories here.

 

 

My son had come to pick JP up Thursday afternoon and for some reason we got to talking about our first dog, Rusty.  He was a Great Dane/Black Lab mix with various other breeds in there, too, probably.  We had him from a few months old until he died of complications from bone cancer when he was about 12 and 1/2.  He was the biggest baby, sweet and gentle, and weighed about 90 pounds.

Me: When Uncle Dave was little, he would sit by the front door to wait for the school bus to pick him up.  And Rusty would wait with him.

JP: Why, Nana?

Me: Well, we could look out the window by the door for when the bus got there.   Rusty would get so excited and wag his tail like crazy when the bus came.  Uncle Dave had to be careful and not let Rusty get too close.  One time Rusty knocked the glasses right off his face with his tail.

JP:  Rusty had glasses???