Outwardly, Johnny grumbles about the dogs but secretly I think he loves them.
They sure love him. Ever since I was a kid and Johnny was babysitting me, the family dog has always loved Johnny all through his grumbling and grousing.
In fact, there's never been a dog that didn't love Johnny, to my knowledge. Johnny is one of those figures loved by kids and dogs everywhere.
Johnny reminded me this weekend that he's 84 years old.
Eighty four and he still comes down every few weekends by Greyhound bus from New York to hang out with his wacky Takoma Park family.
Johnny's studying the art of watercolor through classes he took at the senior center where he lives in New York, and books he got from the library.
I think he's doing an incredible job!
This weekend, he got to meet Collette.
And Collette got to meet him, and Ursula, and Genghis, and my sister.
She and my sister did a bit more than just meet.
After a wild play session with Genghis, Collette was ready for some snuggles and some making out.
It could have also been that after a while, Genghis started making her a little nervous.
Uncle Johnny, unheralded friend of the furred people, benign ruler of all your familiars. All paws in the air! We salute you!