One of my favorite stories about my Dad was when our family dog needed daily shots for a "condition". I'm not exactly sure what the dog suffered from ( I was about 8 or 9 at the time), but I just know that my Dad was the designated shot giver. So after he got home from work, it was shot time for Ginger. My Mom and Sister would hold her, I'd peer into the middle of it all, and my Dad would find a good spot on her rump (the dogs) to give her a shot. This had been going on for about 2 weeks and the routine did not vary. On this occasion, Ginger must have figured out the timing, because just as my Dad went to give her the shot, she kicked, wiggled, and jerked around causing my Dad to accidentally stick the needle into his own hand.

We all just stopped and stared at the needle stuck in his skin. I was amazed, my sister and Mom were silent, and then my Dad let out a very loud "RUFF...RUFF RUFF...RUFF!". It was about the funniest thing I had ever seen. We laughed on and off for the rest of the night about it. Eventually Ginger got her shot that night, but I always remember that evening as one of the great examples of my Dad's humor.