Everyone, meet that man who loves hot dogs. His name is Bruce, but I like to call him dad. Call him what you wish. He drives a bring yellow Harley Davidson with red flames on it. Now, theres no need to be jealous.
He's also know as the Sugar Daddy. This is his lucky shirt. He has worn this shirt to every pig show since I was 9. It might have ran out of luck 6 years ago, but he still wears it. He's the most supportive dad anyone could ask for. I don't know where i would be without him.
Now back to the hot dogs. I have never met anyone who likes hot dogs as much as this man right here. Once upon a time, we went grocery shopping at Wal-Mart, hot dogs were on sale for 50 cents a package. He bought them all, therefore all we ate all summer long was hot dogs. True story.
Now, originally this was supposed to be a Father's Day blog post, buuuut I didn't get it done before we left for Scotland, which will be the next post. But this man has given me a life worth living and him and my mom are incredible role models in my life and have no idea where I would be without them.
Words cannot express how much I love him, and how much I appreciate everything he has done for me. "The spitting image of my father, and when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan."
I love you,
The Dirt Road Daughter
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