Why the Dog is Like Daddy

My kids and I had an interesting discussion around the lunch table today.  My daughter started it:

"That dog is just like Daddy!"

I looked at her quizzically.   "How so?"

"He's big and manly."

"And hairy," my son added.

"Yeah.  And he burps and farts."

"And he destroys trees."

I looked at my son.  "Daddy destroys trees?'

"Yeah - do you remember the one he weed-wacked?"

Oh, yeah.  Okay, so Daddy destroys trees and so does the dog.

Then I thought of one:  "He leaves messes wherever he goes!"

Yep.  The dog is just like Daddy.