my memories are of my Daddy,, he was a Navy Officer, (in the K-9 DIV.) But he always ha da way to make me laugh,,and tell me no matter how bad it gets,, you an always move forward. And we would race and the house chasing each other over french fries,,and black olives!!! He would wait until I am concentrating in something,,then give me a wet willie ( lick ur finger and stick it into someone ear) He was hard worker,, and work harder at being a Daddy and my best friend,, I am for sure a Daddys Girl,,, Everytime I hear Daddys Hands,, I bawl,, he was all that and above,,,