LOU DOG

Eighteen years ago, we called our friends Dennis and Diane and asked them if they could watch Martin for an unstated period of time. We dropped him off, rushed to the hospital and began to hurry up and wait. There we found our much-admired doctor was out of state and her patients were being seen to by a Neanderthal of the worst type. At one point he became perilously close to having his nose punched. He escaped this fate, and after a very long period of time, the knives flashed, and out into the waiting arms of our pediatrician was placed a brand new Louis. It was a great day. Sometimes it's hard to connect the looming bespectacled carrot topped boyo with that wee bairn, but they are one and the same. We love them both very much.