
Magic Princess “Jeremy, I said No! We can’t have a dog, we can’t afford it” my son Ron snapped to my grandson. “But Dad, I… look he likes you and Grandpa Sam!” My heart felt for the poor kid. “Buddy, maybe when the factory brings me and your Dad back to work, we can afford it,” I said as I handed the bull terrier pup to Ron. “Heh, IF we ever get a dog, Pop, we need a tougher, bigger, meaner dog than this little runt,” my son sneered; I should point out that we used to automotive workers before the layoffs. Then the little bugger let out this thunderous