Thank You For Being My Hot Rod Roddy Piper

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Old Man Wrigley and his side kick Roddy Piper…

Are four legged versions of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis…Wriggles…silently watching…as Hot Rod bumbles around…doing his schtick…leaping after crickets…tossing around mulch…chasing his tail…sometimes…Old Man joins in with the tomfoolery…head butting…nose touching…sneaking silently…around to the front porch…to chase a bug…

These two…always by the back door…when the sun comes up…lounging in the garage…as their old friends putter around…enjoying a late night snack…and a little down time…before bed…this daily side show…going on in that backyard of ours…is delightful…entertaining…gives their old people audience…something to look forward to…

The antics humorous…for sure…but the most cathartic…for this old gal…has been watching…Old Man Wrigley…come back to life…finding joy again…in the little things…prancing behind his buddy…a spring in the step…a twinkle in the eye…a smile…in the heart…the change…nothing less…than miraculous…

And so it is in life…who is…your…Hot Rod Roddy Piper…that person…who…when life drags you down…is there…to pick you back up again…that person…in the ring with you…when the going gets tough…never leaving the corner…til that bell…ding dings…

That person…that one in a million…very special person…who’s arm we can lift above their head and say…you…my Roddy Piper friend…are a winner…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…