HONDO by RUSTY AND MARYLEE KEMPF / DADDY

WHEN I COME HOME IN THE MORNINGS I MISS HEARING YOU BARK AS YOU RUN DOWN THE HALL TO PROTECT MOMMY MAKING SURE IT WAS ME COMING IN AND WHEN YOU SAW THAT IT WAS ME YOUR TAIL WOULD WAG WITH A SMILE ON YOUR FACE. I MISS THE WAY YOU WOULD SPIN AROUND IN A CIRCLE WHEN YOU WANTED TO GO OUT. I ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT WAS SO FUNNY.

I MISS THE WAY YOU WOULD STICK YOUR BUTT IN THE AIR WHEN YOU WANTED ONE OF US TO SCRATCH IT FOR YOU AND THE LITTLE DANCE YOU WOULD DO WHEN WE DID AND WHEN I GO TO WORK AT NIGHT. I MISS YOU BARKING AT ME AS IF YOU WERE TELLING ME TO STAY SAFE DADDY AND HAVE A GOOD NIGHT. I REMEMBER WHEN WE FIRST BROUGHT YOU HOME AT 6 WEEKS OLD JUST A BALL OF FUR AND I WOULD WALK AROUND THE HOUSE HOLDING YOU IN THE PALM OF MY HAND BOY THAT DROVE YOUR MOMMY NUTS. I ALSO MISS THE WAY YOU ALWAYS ENJOYED PLAYING IN THE SNOW WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER RUNNING AND PUTTING YOUR NOSE DOWN IN IT.

I ESPECIALLY MISS THE TIMES WE USED TO PLAY ON THE FLOOR IN THROW YOUR MISS PIGGY YOU, DID GO AFTER IT AND BRING HER BACK THEN WE, DID PLAY TOUG OF WAR TO SEE WHO WAS GOING TO GET HER. YES, MY FRIEND THERE ARE MANY THINGS I MISS THAT WE USE TO DO BUT MOST OF ALL HONDO OLE BUDDY I MISS YOU.

 

I LOVE YOU, HONDO.