It’s Fathers Day in the U.S. of A. A day to celebrate good o’l Dad and lavish him with praise, gifts, and hugs while he slaves over the BBQ attempting to satisfy his primal urge to
drink a lot of guilt free beer feed his family and ensure their very survival. After a day of hunting at the local butcher shop dad will season up his kill purchase, put on the gaudy apron one his kids gave his last year, throw the fatted cow (or chicken or fish or all three) on the coals (or propane depending on his heating preferences) pop open a frosty beverage and “get it on”.
There is nothing more American than these Father’s Day rituals except of course Mother’s Day and Apple Pie. And Old Glory, rodeo, and baseball. Oh and white picket fences and Levi’s jeans. OK, well sorry Dads there are plenty of things more American so I guess we just need to work harder…
Meanwhile, Kali and Kloe wanted to wish all the Doggie Daddies a very happy day. Any Dad worth his cook’s hat has a flannel shirt in his closet. As a tribute to all of you Kali and Kloe dawned one of their own Dad’s flannels to pose for this picture.
Happy Fathers Day!