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I’ll never forget when I first told my dad that I had gotten Reggie and sent him a picture via instant messenger. His first reaction was that I had gotten an ugly, yappy dog and that he wasn’t going to like him.
A few weeks later, Reggie made his first trip to my parents’ house and it wasn’t long before I caught my dad feeding him carrots. Almost three years later, this picture proves that my dad is warming up to Reggie. How can he not?
My dad still tells Reggie “You’re still ugly!” and he still refers to Reggie as a “she.” I’m working on that one, though. The last time dad did that, I picked up Reggie and pointed out his boy parts, threatening to rub said boy parts in my dad’s face if I needed to. Suddenly, my dad is referring to Reggie as a he more frequently. I wonder why…
In my dad’s defense, we always had girl dogs growing up. My mom likes girl dogs. But still, Reggie is a boy, and he’s not ugly. My dad just doesn’t like to admit he’s wrong.