Some time ago

There's many-a-things one recalls when they let their mind wander back to their early teens...braces, hair in new places, hoping your new boobs will gain you all that attention your glasses have scared off...and then there were all those priceless weekends at dad's. After watching 4 hours of Law & Order (back when it still had the genious of Steven Hill), and hitting up the local computer shows, my dad would suggest a nice sunday drive -- one that mysteriously always ended up at some traveling car show.

Okay okay, maybe looking back there was a chance I did enjoy it a little bit...after all, I did get to meet biker billy and see some miniature soap box races. But the one thing that really got me wild was my very own sky blue t-shirt of my dog maggie. At the far end of Horseshoe Lake, past the designer hogs and chili dogs was a giant airstream where you could flip through pages of minny mouse or surfing cats and then with a sparkle in your eye, watch as the heavily tattooed bearded giant of a man carefully pealed your picture and steamed it onto your shirt with a giant waffle iron. Voila! Now everyone can tell that you are the proud owner of an Old English Sheep Dog and properly understand why you're always talking about it bumping into walls.

I had thought back to this fond memory of that pit-stained shirt I had once owned when I was brainstorming t-shirt ideas for my sister this past xmas. This is what I had come up with and hopefully someday soon I'll actually silk screen it for her and the legacy of proud dog ownership can live on.