One Ugly Ornament!

Tim met us in the ferry line to give me an ornament he bought for my dad many years ago. He and my father shared a disdain for small yappy dogs.When dad got ill, somehow the joke of the ornament didn’t seem appropriate any longer, and so Tim never gave it to dad. He forewarned me it was the ugliest piece of glass I would ever see in my life, and instructed me to create a new annual family tradition of placing this ornament in the center of our tree, cause that’s what dad would want. Consider it done!