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What were your parents doing at your age?

When I look back at my life, and when I remember my parents’ younger years, I recall being proud. In this post, I’ll reminisce about being young, and I’ll tell you what those two were doing at my age.

When my parent’s were middle aged, they both stopped working for employers, and they bought a few pure bread dogs. They didn’t purchase many, and my mother cared for them immensely…almost too much.

Of course, because they needed a small income, they bred these dogs, and they advertised throughout the state of Wisconsin. People would make the drive, and their children would frolic with a litter of puppies. Many times, after interacting with those young dogs, those kids wanted to bring every single pup home…rarely, though there may have been exceptions, but rarely, did a child bring home more than one dog.

It was a modest income for my parents, and they provided excellent pets for several families. Actually, that’s why my parents bred dogs. They weren’t for show, nor were they for hunting, they were simply intelligent, well mannered family members.

In my mother’s office, there was a giant cork board. On that board, stuck to it with thumb tacks, were pictures of happy dogs, ones my parents had sold to loving owners.

However, that was long ago, so long ago in fact, that I’m sure none of those dogs are alive now…and I’m saddened by that fact. Those dogs played a vital role in my parents’ well being. Yet, as I attach an ending to my tale, my mom and dad, via my fathers sagacious stock market trading, which happened to be my father’s daily activity, anyways, my parents are comfortably retired.

As a matter of fact, as I write these final words, gazing through my window, and surveying the snow dusted earthen crust, my parents are probably soaking up rays at a Floridian retirement community’s pool. Maybe, just maybe, if I stick to my principles, I might attain a similar goal.

Have an Excellent Day!