You know him-the Archie Bunker type. He steps on us and then curses at us for being underfoot. He pretends that he is a tough guy and doesn't want us on his bed, but we manage to nuzzle our way there every night anyway. This gentle giant has the laugh of Santa and the sneeze of a tidal wave. Yes we love the Old Man. He is afterall, the master of the house, the king of his abode, the keeper of the keys. We love this Old Man even though he yells at us and curses us daily.
Uncle Andy?
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