He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.
When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.
Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.
He bit lots of folks from day to day,
My customers were his favorite prey.
The electric man wouldn't read our meter,
He said I owned a real man-eater.
The house caught on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.
On the evening walks,
He was always first out the door.
I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.
He would charge up the street with Irene hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the neighbors were out,
They created a bit of a stir.
But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.
We are early-to-bedders at our house
-- I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I'd give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.
And before very long
He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.
And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.
And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
and I think I know the reason why.
He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.
And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.
And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.
Oh, how I wish that things were oh so ducky,
I'll always love a dog named Lucky.
Chuck's And His Little Red Wagon
What can You Say?
That's DownShifter Know-How
Drove it to Biff's Friday Night
Biff Burgers 26th Anniversary Show
Roger Landig's 1949 Mercury
Troy's father owned this car since new, when he died his sister bought
it and left it sit in the drivway for approximately 10 years. One day she
called Troy and told him she thought his father would want him to have this
car. The wrecker was on it's way, and Troy went to work. The car has all
Cobra drive train and the body is just imaculate.
Ron and Char Menda's 1952 Chevrolet
Rick and Theresa's 1933 Dodge
Joe Ferrante shows off His New Mercury
Tim Frazier's 1930 Model "A" Pick Up
Danny Green show's off His 1955 Bentley RHD
Dr. Paul Engelmann has a New Project
It's a 1933 Chrysler CL Limousines, only 32 were built and this is the
only know survivor!
Dr. Paul's 1932 Chrysler Custom Imperial, model CL close coupled sedan.
The car was awarded the "2010 Walter P. Chrysler National Award"
at the February 2011 annual meeting of the Antique Automobile Club of
America (AACA) in Philadelphia. The car is fitted with a factory division
window but retained a Bedford Cord wool interior in both the front and rear
compartments. This is the only example known to have been constructed in
this way.
The car is 1 of only 3 closed bodied 1932 Custom Imperials known to exist
in the world.
Biff Burger's 25th Anniversary Show
Dr. Paul Englemann's 1932 Chrysler Imperial
Dr. Paul's 1932 Chrysler Custom Imperial, model CL close coupled sedan.
Irene & I met Dr. Paul and his Wife Sarah at the "Somewhere in
Time" weekend at the Grand Hotel
A Beautifully Restored 1932 Michigan License Plate
