When my sister and I were kids we begged for a dog.
We wanted one so very much.
Sadly, my mom was not a dog person. Not even a little bit.
Then, one glorious day, my dad came home with the news that a doctor he worked with at the hospital had a litter of puppies that needed homes- and my mom caved.
I remember the excitement of picking out a puppy- the family had already named them all after characters from Popeye. Olive Oyl, Sweet Pea, Brutus, Popeye...we took the quiet and calm little guy they'd named Popeye home with us that day and he was a loyal friend to our family for the next 15 years.
This was a dog who eagerly anticipated his very own pancake every Saturday morning.







