Something recently came to mind, I was folding some towels when I came across a towel with Snoopy, the character from Peanuts comics. I remembered how much Dad enjoyed cartoons. He loved to just contemplate about Snoopy and all of the challenges faced by this one beagle. Every year we were watching The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown and It’s a Charlie Brown Christmas. Every year Dad would laugh at the very idea of Snoopy climbing into his sopwith camel and flying off to face the Red Baron and finally landing in Linus’ pumpkin patch.
We once got a small dog, she was supposed to be hunting dog but that never really completely developed. Dad, I think, wanted to desperately name the dog Snoopy. He kept suggesting, “Let’s name her Snoopy.” Us kids kept insisting, no there has to be a better name than that. Being young teenagers we were oblivious to his wants. We wound up naming the dog Penny.
Another cartoon Dad loved was the roadrunner series. He would really laugh, I mean out load, belly laugh type of laughter, at the road runner and the coyote. Mom used to tell the story, when her and Dad went to a movie, a road runner cartoon was showing before the feature. Dad was laughing and waving his arms. Mom had to move over one seat so the Dad would stop bumping her every time he laughed.
Just some more random thoughts about Dad: he loved his dogs and his cartoons