My brother sent me this when I turned fifty. Needless to say, I have laughed out loud several times. Those were the days before mortgages and raising kids...
Some of my earliest memories of Sharon are very painful for me. The reason being that I usually ended up with my butt beat for either something she had done or somebody else had done and Sharon blamed on me. Sharon blamed me for the Bay of Pigs Invasion. I didn't know that pigs could swim. If she had been in the Mafia, her life would have been very short. The earliest incident of pain that I can remember is a car climbing mishap. There was a new car that seemed to us like the perfect Mt. Everest. So what do two enterprising young climbers do? We climbed on top of it. From back to front, front to back, side to side, we called this mountain climbed. Unfortunately, the guy who owned the car was unimpressed with the bravado of our happy little feet. Results were poor for Billy on this little adventure. Little Billy got his butt beat while Sharon probably got taken out for ice cream.
There seemed to be little I could get away with. From smoking grapevines to looking at girlie magazines, Sharon, "The Bull" Gravano was there to make sure I was living a Godly life; running as fast as she could to Mom or Dad to squeal my latest transgressions. Nothing went unnoticed; nothing went untold. My Guardian Angel didn't know half the things my little sister knew. But I survived; though Dad always liked her best.
One of the funniest incidents involving Sharon was a phone conversation my mother was having with someone and they needed Sharon's entire name. The person on the other end was having trouble understanding Sharon's middle name-Denise. Finally my exasperated mother, in the best of military tradition, said "D" like dog. Since then she has been known as Sharon Dog. I'm so glad I remembered that.
This has been a short foray into the life and times of Sharon Dog. There are many incidents, too numerous to mention. So I will bid a fond adieu to Rin Tin Tin and wish her the best of being half a century old.
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