Cherie – Chapter 31 – Loving You Sunday Morning – Part 2

We navigate through the sea of St. Patrick’s Day revelers and homeless population that has taken residence in the station. We make the chilly walk back to my house in Rittenhouse. I love chatting with her and hearing about what’s going on in her life. Her family is close and they all look after each other.

We get to my apartment and I take her coat. She says she’s cold. I love my address, but it’s a 125 year old building, and although it’s got so much character it’s a little drafty in the winter. Cherie wants to get under the covers in my bedroom. I see this as a signal, so I do the same. Garments were removed and we snuggled down. It was really brilliant to do this. (I mean that in the ‘English’ way not in the “smart” way.)

I’ve missed her very much lately. It’s been 2 weeks, but it always feels longer to me. Cherie says it’s probably with our crazy schedules, I missed her more because I didn’t know how long it would be until I saw her again. I have to agree. I hadn’t thought of that. I’ve been watching videos of Ana Foxxx and Jezabel Vessir to deal with her absence. (Google it. You’ll understand.) Of course Cherie is fine with it because she’s a near perfect sexual being.

I devour my love. Her thighs are like the walls of a temple and I need to enter the gates of glory. I know how to please her. Someone once told me I would always be good at the things I love and they were right. I am good at it. I have always loved women and I know how to please them. Cherie is so appreciative of my prowess, and I’m up to the task.

Great talent is always squandered on those who don’t know what they have. I’ve been with women that’ve appreciated the power briefly but they don’t have a good alignment with their minds and their lady parts. The brain is the biggest sexual organ in the body, and Cherie’s is correctly aligned. I’ve never experienced anything like her.

Amazing.

I’m actually surprised during our lovemaking how many times her train rolls into the station. I have the power and control to sustain the act. Honed from years of courting the fairer sex.

Listen to her. Don’t go faster when she’s going. Stay with her… and bring her home. She’s delicious.

Cherie is built for sex… and I’m Mario Andretti.

Her beautiful skin is brown and soft as a baby’s skin. Every inch of her is a machine made of adoration and sex. I’m the instrument to deliver to her what she wants. I’m playing my 1979 Ibanez Iceman electric guitar, and I dive into the audience after a solo. I take her backstage and she’s the one I have chosen to spend the night with, but after this concert I get to keep her.

It’s beautiful. We didn’t plan this except for the meeting, but we are absolute fire together. She’s a perfect sexual partner and I’m the fury she needs to bring her to the destination she wants to reach again and again.

I love Cherie.

For once I’m not in love with the idea of love, or that I’m banging a former Reinhardt model or the hottest girl that everybody wants at the venue or the blonde with the long shapely legs. I’m making love to my girlfriend that I genuinely love.

I never had the euphoria with Cherie I had with Michele or Annabelle. Of course I will alway love Michelle. We have history and a deep friendship that goes beyond sex. But Annabelle was a mistake and a distraction that cost me two years of frustration, aggravation and disappointment. But Cherie…. I feel real love for her.

She’s a good woman who’s a good match for me, and we fuck each others brains out. (I know this is a dating blog, but that shit is absolute FIRE)

At my age to have a woman who will destroy you in bed at least three times a night, and love you and be grateful is an amazing gift. So I will say to any of the men out there who are middle-aged… hang in there. Keep living and put your heart out there. Who gives a shit if it’s been broken several times. Don’t be bitter. That’s just you drinking the poison hoping somebody else dies. Total bullshit. Keep your heart open. Get the fuck up and try again. She’s out there. Somewhere. That special lady is out there and waiting to love the shit out of you. It happened to me and it can happen to you. Don’t be chained to your past. Let go of the bars of the cell you’ve been keeping yourself in and walk the fuck out.

She’s waiting.

Forget your separation, and your divorce and your loneliness. Get out there and find her. She’s waiting for you!

It’s noon and I have to watch the clock to get baby on the 1:05 train. I want to go again, and she asks if that’s possible because our sex is always epic. I tell her I know it’s possible. I can but she’s tired, and she tells me she’s feeling lazy. So I quote Lemy Kilmister (God rest his soul) from Motorhead, and tell her to “Roll over and make my day.”

Fifteen minutes later we both cross the finish line with another notch in the bedpost. Not for me but for us. Okay, she crossed twice during that encounter!

We get dressed and she said her legs hurt. She feels her orgasms down to her knees and being pinned cramps her up a bit.

That’s what it feels like to be alive and to have mad sex, baby.

She gets up to run to the bathroom. I love seeing Cherie’s body naked upright. Because normally the clothes come off in the bed, but when you see the woman you love walk naked past your bed, it’s an event. That’s different. You see her face, her breasts, and her whole body. It’s rare to see a woman moving naked past you. It’s a bit of an anomaly. But to see her beautiful body in locomotion, is lovely. Her legs and posterior.

  Magic.

Those delicious, perfect chocolate thighs.

I love her thighs.

I wish I could clone Cherie and send a copy out to all of the lonely heartbroken men in the world. Because you would have the perfect girl that you always wanted your wife to be. A loving sexual baby that’s loyal and adores you… for YOU! (And fucks your brains out!)

I love Cherie. You can all see it in my words. I wish I could be more graphic in how amazing it is to be with my love. I’d say things like. “I split her like a ripe melon.” Or things like “A freight train coming off the tracks.” Or… “Moist folds and stiffened giblets.” (well maybe not that last one! lol!)

Cherie has strength and flexibility. Her strength is inherent and her flexibility is her schedule, but she displays both of those in bed. But she does want to be restrained and controlled in the bedroom. A powerful woman who is tired of making decisions every day… all day for herself and everyone else, wants to be taken in bed.

I get it. I’m proud of how together she is as a woman.  \

A rock solid lady.

We’re getting ready to roll out of the batcave. I go to my bureau and pull out a black bag and hand it to her.

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

She looks confused and puzzled because she never expects or wants anything.

She opens it and inside is a purple pashmeena. (Guys… when its cold out give your girl a pashmeena in her favorite color. They aren’t  expensive and they love them because girls are always cold.)

She loves it.

“Aww! I love it and it’s purple! My favorite color! It’s beautiful! Thank you! (kisses of real gratitude ensue)

“It’s been cold and I saw it and thought of you.” (this move isn’t better than taking her again and again and bringing her to orgasmic heaven the last two hours but it’s a romantic gesture that shows you thought of her when she wasn’t with you and you wanted to do something for her. This means a lot to her because it shows you love her for real and not just love fucking her like the lion you are guys.) I didn’t do this for that reason. I really did see it and thought, baby loves me and gives me everything and I want to give the girl who wants nothing to have a sweet soft scarf.

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Rob and Laura – Thanksgiving: Food and Beverage Dilemma

I’ve been friends with Rob and Laura for a few years now. They’re a really cool couple and I love hanging out with them. They’re a smart good-looking pair that both have good jobs.

I’ve had lunch with Rob a couple of times in the last year but I haven’t seen the new house they bought recently.

So I was thrilled when they invited me over for Thanksgiving this year. They said it would be a small intimate affair.

The reason I entitled this post as “Food and Beverage Dilemma” was because that’s what initially was going to be the theme of this post. It certainly begins with that, but takes on a completely different turn later in the post. But I decided to leave the title the same because that’s all I want to remember of this Thanksgiving.

If you’ve been following phicklephilly, you’ll know how I feel about Thanksgiving these days. (See: Thanksgiving Tradition ) I’ve had tons of great thanksgivings in my life. My family was always big on Christmas, not thanksgiving. I get it. I’m very grateful for everything I have in my life, but I don’t need to stuff my head with tons of food that takes hours to prepare to feel that.

But when Rob and Laura invited me to their new home I really felt special. I was actually getting excited for Thanksgiving to arrive.

My buddy Church gave me a motherlode of liquor last year so I decided to re-gift a bottle of whiskey to Rob. (See: Church – 2014 to Present – The Motherload) It was a bottle of Westland American single malt whiskey. 90 proof and apparently very good. I also was going to bake some of my own chocolate cookies for the event. I figured bring them a nice bottle of something and some of my cookies for dessert.

A few nights before Thanksgiving, I was looking at the bottle and decided to look it up online to learn more about it before giving it away. This way I could talk about it at the table.

I find it online and it’s going for between $80 – $100 a bottle!

Wait a second. That’s really expensive. Am I prepared to part with a $100 whiskey? I need to rethink this. Shouldn’t I keep this bottle because it’s so valuable and just get them something else? Funny what money does to your mind.

Well I’ve got a few days. I’ll think about it.

I go into the salon and run my predicament by Achilles.

“Are you gonna drink it?”

“No. It’s too nice for me. I like my boxed wine and vodka that comes in a plastic bottle.”

“How much did you pay for the whiskey?”

“Nothing. It was given to me a year ago.”

“Well, if you’re not going to drink it, and you got it for free, why don’t you just give it to them and maybe they’ll realize that it’s expensive and reciprocate someday. But if not, you had a nice Thanksgiving with your friends.”

“You’re right. And I’m going to bake cookies.”

“Fuck that. Just buy a few gourmet cookies, put them in a paper bag and be done with it.”

“Yea. You’re right. That’s what I’m going to do.”

But the night before Thanksgiving I was still torn. I walked out of the salon after I closed and headed to the liquor store a block away. I got half way down the street and turned back.

Screw it. Achilles is right. I’m going to pick up some cookies at my local grocery store and pack up the bottle of Westland Whiskey for Rob and Laura.

Each one of those cellophane bags has two cookies in side so I’ve spent a total of eight bucks on Thanksgiving this year. Good to go!

The next day I did the long trek to Fairmont. It probably took over 40 minutes to get there. It was so nice to see Rob and Laura.

But they have a two year old son that was just up from his nap. I know Rob has been telling me about how challenging it’s been being a parent. They both have big jobs, the kid’s in day care all day, and when they get home they’re so exhausted from work they don’t want to deal with him.

I’m a parent and like my parents before me children are like intelligent puppies when they’re little. Those dogs need to be disciplined. A trained dog is a happier and more calm dog. And boys are tough. But once I’m there for awhile I realize very quickly this isn’t happening.

He’s a winey, wild, child. That must have worked and he knows when he does it they will yield to him. He’s like a little drunken tyrant midget. I even played with him on the floor for awhile with his animals and trucks and it was tough but I feel like no one’s doing that with him. He certainly lacks order in his life. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, I’ve never raised my voice or my hand to my daughter Lorelei. But I was consistent in my words and deeds and brought order and calm into her life. She knew exactly where the fences were and still are.

But it’s just not happening here and it’s stunting this child’s social development.

I love Rob and Laura, but they need to get on the stick about raising this boy. It’s not his fault. He’s just an untrained puppy who sadly has got his parents by the short and curies and they need to take back the power and straighten this boy out. Just like my friend Marigold and her crazy kids. No one is disciplining these little monsters!

The child’s behavior ruined my Thanksgiving this year. I don’t have the will to go over there again if he’s there or even awake. Lunch or happy hour but adults only!

So in closing, my food and beverage dilemma wasn’t the problem at all. It took on a whole new form.

 

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When Did All of the Sexual Rules Break Down?

I’ve been asked a question recently: When did all the sexual rules break down? The rules that have governed humanity for thousands of years, if not longer. The sexual norms that set the moral boundaries between people; between men and women, children and adults? When did they all finally break down and fall completely apart?

The person who asked me this was deeply concerned over what seems to be the complete overhaul of traditional sexual behavior in our society. I had to agree with her, it is true that little by little in our lifetimes we’ve witnessed sexual behavior being fundamentally changed if not torn apart. And this is a huge concern for many. And more important, it is a concern for the next generation. It’s a concern about the future of our society. After all, there isn’t anything more basic, more intrinsic to being a human being than our sexuality. Yet our society treats it as if it is an optional piece in the puzzle of what makes us human. A piece of us that isn’t simply the gender of men and women but a complex combination of sexual orientations so vast that the acronym for it changes by the month. And personally I find this to be disorienting if not outright confusing. I honestly can’t keep up. I don’t understand how anyone can. And I’m left asking the question: Is this a sexually healthy thing to do?

In psychology there is hardly anything that competes with the damage that can be done to people more than sexual abuse. The #MeToo movement echos this. I feel the wave of public figures being exposed for targeting underlings working for them with sexual aggression and manipulation is a gigantic step in the right direction.

This is a good thing. It is informing our culture that there is a line about sexual conduct that we won’t cross. Things like respect for the person. The concept of common human decency. Or of treating others as you would have them treat you. The Golden Rule. No one likes to be abused or treated badly especially in sexual ways.

This is especially true when it comes to the sexual abuse and exploitation of children. No matter how undefined people’s sexual orientation may be, our society still draws a line with the kids. Amen! I hope it’ll last. But I’m not too confident it will last too long.

I raise this issue because kids are being sexualized at younger and younger ages. The internet has offered sexually explicit material that children can very easily get to. Is it any wonder that women are being treated as sexual objects? Or worse yet young adolescent girls feel they need to sexually objectify themselves to be noticed or wanted. How does this fair for the future if our children don’t get the chance to first understand what a healthy sexual relationship is before they are exposed to unfiltered porn? How does this fair for our future if our children aren’t given a chance to be children?

Again, I’m glad the sexual objectification of women and their harassment is being confronted in the national media. We are long overdue for a national conversation about this. I hope it gains some long-lasting momentum. We desperately need to start drawing some clear lines about how far things like this can go. But more important, I firmly believe the more we address this issue about sexual abuse the more we will also end up having to address the issue of our children. I am completely convinced that these two are inextricably tied together.

We need to think of what kind of future we are building for our children in this national discussion. What kind of foundations we are laying down upon which they will build their own future. There’s no doubt about it, a porn saturated one would create a very dark and bleak world. Porn doesn’t cultivate healthy relationship building. It tears them apart. Our media sexually objectifying young adolescent girls doesn’t help in this regard either. It doesn’t encourage their self-respect as a person but instead does quite the opposite, it undermines if not outright denigrates it.

We are in a very desperate need for a very long national conversation on sex, sexual harassment and the sexual objectification of women, girls and children. I’m glad the conversation has finally begun. Let’s keep it up and make it a long one.

 

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Wildwood Daze – Summer of 1979 – Moving the Family to North Wildwood

My father was fed up with living in Philadelphia and wanted to get out of the city and out of the Provident National Bank in center city. My family was focused on getting my sister Janice into Franklin Marshall because she was a good student.

I remember it was Janice that drove my mother and other two sisters to the shore that summer. With Janice out of high school and in college, Dad decided to move the whole family to the shore house. I liked living in Philly. I was in a band called Renegade then. (See: Renegade – My First Band) All my friends were there. I liked that I was going to be a senior at Frankford High next semester.

But all of that was ending for me. I would vanish from Frankford and end up taking my Senior year at Wildwood High School. I knew no one. Wildwood is a resort/retirement community. The place rocks hard from Memorial Day through Labor Day, but then it becomes a ghost town. At the time I knew what anxiety was. I had it since I was a small child. But I would really get to know what severe depression was very soon.

They didn’t give a shit about my life because I was always a poor student in school and was a nobody. So After 11th grade we moved to Wildwood NJ for good. I had to leave my band Renegade behind and all of my friends, and move to the shore.

My father had no coping skills so ripping his son from his peronal and social life meant nothing to him. Everybody had to be hunky dory and happy with his move. His dad died, (My grandfather) and left him enough cash to build up on the shore house and it was beautiful. (Biggest house on the block)

But after the summer at the shore, Janice went off to college. My dad was all teary eyed losing his love and I was left to take my senior year not knowing anyone in a town that was dead during the winter. It’s a resort town. There is NOTHING going on there in the winter. They turn the traffic lights off and roll up the fucking sidewalks. This is a perfect dark depressing environment to be dropped off in. Yea, that will work out great. But as long as Dad is out of Philly and has his family all set up down there, he’s all set.

I remember falling into a depression after the summer and my father ripping me a new one because I wasn’t on board with where I had been sent. God forbid anybody would put a chink into daddy’s plan. He always hailed himself as a planner. It was just his mad OCD and anxiety that made him so insecure that he had to control everything because he was never the favorite beloved son like his brother Jack. He was forced to man up his whole life. He worshiped his father like he was Superman and his dad never gave two shits about him. Brother Jackie was the smart one and Dad was just the elder that had to handle all of the shit his mother was to cowardice to do. He was the one that had to go to his father and tell him that they weren’t coming back from the shore because they were getting divorced. I have this guy completely mapped out. My sister Janice loves and worships him, but I know the real deal.

Fuck. I didn’t think I was going to go there.

(Update: This opinion of my dad as a diety has changed for Janice.)

 

 

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April Wants A Dog – 1978 – Part Two

This piece is dedicated to my middle sister April.

We’re all very upset and don’t know what to do. After pleading our case to dad, my father speaks:

“Let me take her to the shore for a couple of weeks.”

“You think it’ll work, dad?”

“I raised you four kids didn’t I?”

We were all relieved. We hated the idea of giving up on the dog and also happy we were all getting  break from this mad beast.

April was still sad and so was my mom. My mother always had a sweet spot in her heart for children and animals. They were the innocents. She trusted that my father could help.

He put the dog in his car that Sunday, with a bag of chow and her bowls and bedding. He had also checked a few books out of the library about training dogs. My father loved books and they built his entire modern mind. April was crying and my mother was sad as well as he loaded the car.

I watched as my father backed out of the driveway and we all waved and prayed for the best.

We didn’t see him for two weeks. Me at sixteen was relieved because it was just a more peaceful household without my dad and the dog.

My mother, sisters and I went about our normal routines.

I spoke with my father on the phone after the first week. I asked him how it was going. He said he took the dog to the beach early each morning before work. He would run her through short training exercises. He told me that when he was in the army he had a shepherd named Babe. He loved that dog.

He said he would take our dog through her paces each morning. He’d even let her run free and chase the birds on the beach. The dog loved being free on the beach by the sea each day. It must have been a little confusing for the dog initially to be transported to this foreign place with this alpha male she barely knew.

“What happens if she doesn’t come when you call her?”

“When I finally get the leash on her, I have a very tight rein on her and take her straight home. Her little nails are hardly touching the ground.”

This seemed harsh to me, but this was an animal, not a child. I always thought my dad was too hard on me, but he did teach me manners, and to be a disciplined, respectful boy. It’s no different with a dog. Discipline, love, affection and consistency.

Sounds like sound parenting to me.

Two weeks pass. It’s Friday night. Dad’s car rolls into the driveway. We’re all apprehensive. He gets out of his car. I remember how cool he looked in his brown suit and tie. He walks around to the back passenger door on the other side of his car and with leash in hand, brings forth our dog.

We don’t know what to expect.

My father stands before us with our black Lab. She is standing by his side. Her thick, rope-like tail is wagging. We hope she’s happy to see us after we banished her to a two-week stint in the hole with dad.

“Sit.”

The dog sits down next to him.

“Stay.”

He unhooks the leash. He walks toward my mother and hugs and kisses her. He hugs each of us.

The dog doesn’t move.

“Come on.”

The dog comes forward and joins the family in a hug. We’re all petting her and she’s so excited to see us. Frankly I’m amazed at the transformation.

My father opens the door to our house and tells her to go in. Mom has food and fresh water waiting for her. She goes into the kitchen and digs in.

“What did you do?”

“Love, consistency, discipline, repetition and reward. Just like we raised our kids.”

He smiles and I hug him. Good to see you, dad. Thank you.”

Everyone is happy and tearing up. It was like he brought home a different dog. The dog was chill and obedient and happy. He totally fixed our dog!

But did he? No. The dog was fine. But like any child it needed to be trained. This is my biggest complaints about todays parents, but you’ve all read my laments about that in this blog. (Rob and Laura – Thanksgiving)

I took her out for a walk and she didn’t pull once. She walked peacefully next to me. I would get to the corner and she would automatically sit down. I could have crossed the street and she wouldn’t move. I would have to say a command and she would stand up and cross with me.

After that two weeks with my dad, the dog was a perfect angel. Protector of the family and loyal friend. We all loved her dearly.

 

A few years later…

We were at the shore house in the summer. I was older and had no curfew. I would come home late, like three in the morning. I’d put my key in the door and go in the house. The dog wouldn’t even stir.

I asked my dad about this.

“She’s great but what kind of guard dog is this?”

“I roll in at all hours and I could be any intruder and she doesn’t even wake up.”

“Son… when you quietly open the gate and come up the driveway. She awakens and hears you. She hears your footfall as you approach the house. No matter what time it is, the moment you open the door she smells your scent and knows it’s you. That’s why she doesn’t get up. You’re family and she knows it.”

I found that all hard to believe but if dogs have more acute senses than we do when it comes to everything, I get it.

One night it was put to the test.

I’m out rockin’ and rollin’ at the clubs in Wildwood as usual. I get home. It’s the middle of the night. Easily well after two in the morning.

Shit. I forgot my key. But I’m seventeen and a lean dude. I put my foot on the back railing and hoist myself up onto the roof of our shower rooms on the back of the house. (My dad built the two outdoor shower rooms so we could all clean up and get the sand off of ourselves when we would return from the beach.)

I climb up on the roof of the showers, and then reach for the railing of the back deck that is just off my bedroom. (I’m doing this drunk mind you… Oh, youth!) I pull myself over to the ledge, and holding onto the railing flip myself over onto the balcony. Genius move!

I know that sliding glass door is usually unlocked because what idiot would ever attempt that move? I grab the handle and begin to slide it open.

I’m about to go in when all I see is this black snout and bared fangs. I hear a low growl that shakes me to my core.

“Hey! It’s me!”

Then I hear the familiar thump of that thick rope-like tail wagging like crazy.

She’s a good guard dog! She heard something different and immediately awakened and went to investigate… and defend the property and it’s occupants. I never forgot that story and have told it to many dog lovers through the years.

 

As the dog got older, like most large dogs they get some grey whiskers and their hips aren’t what they once were. My mother suffered from rheumatoid arthritis for most of her adult life. But she would take our dog out for a walk daily.

“We have to both go slowly now. We’re like a couple of old girls out for a stroll.”

Our dog was a beloved member of our family for fourteen years. A wonderful member of this family that we’ll never forget.

Oh… I never mentioned what April named the dog.

I did that on purpose.

Her name is the feminine version of the Latin name, Maximus.

April named our dog, MAXINE.

It means, the Greatest, or Bright and Noble.

 

Well done, April.

 

Maxine passed in 1991, and my parents are both gone as well.

But we hold them all in our hearts until the day we join them.

 

Then we’ll all be equal.

 

I think this sums it up.

 

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April Wants A Dog – 1978 – Part One

This piece is dedicated to my middle sister April.

My middle sister April always wanted to get a dog. So my parents finally relented and agreed.

She knew exactly the kind of dog she wanted. A black Labrador Retriever. Had to be female.

I remember the day my father, my sister, and I drove up to where we were to get the dog. It was somewhere in rural Pennsylvania.

We get to the house and met a nice older couple who bred dogs. They take us down the basement and there is the parents of what appears to be six crazy puppies running around everywhere. Literally bumping into our legs. They’re all black and the scene is chaotic.

My father wanted a pure bred animal so he found these folks who had papers on the father and mother’s pedigrees.

The gentleman is picking up the puppies one by one and checking the sex of each one. He finally finds the only female. She’s naturally a bit smaller than the males but that fairly common. She’s a cute little nugget head.

My dad does the necessary paperwork and payment and we’re off with a new puppy dog! I don’t even know what we got her home in. Was she in April’s lap, in a little box, or a carrier? I just don’t remember.

I do remember getting her home and we set her on the floor. She ran through the kitchen and then under the dining room table. I follow her and see the first thing she did upon arriving in her new home, was to go to the bathroom on the carpet under the table.

“Mom! The dog is doing its business under the table!”

“Come grab a wet rag and wipe it up.”

“It’s not the kind you can clean up with a rag, Mom!”

“Oh my God!”

The dog had been in residence for less than a minute and managed to shit on the dining room floor.

But that’s normal puppy stuff. It usually isn’t long before they want to go outside to do their business. Dogs are den dwellers. They don’t foul their nests.

The Labrador Retriever, or just Labrador, is a type of retriever-gun dog. The Labrador is one of the most popular breeds of dog in Canada, the United Kingdom and the United States.

A favorite disability assistance breed in many countries, Labradors are frequently trained to aid the blind, those who have autism, to act as a therapy dog, or to perform screening and detection work for law enforcement and other official agencies. Additionally, they are prized as sporting and hunting dogs.

A few kennels breeding their ancestors, the St. John’s water dog, were in England. At the same time, a combination of the sheep protection policy in Newfoundland and rabies quarantine in the United Kingdom, led to the gradual demise of the St. John’s water dog in Canada.

In the 1830s, the 10th Earl of Home and his nephews the 5th Duke of Buccleuch and Lord John Scott, had imported progenitors of the breed from Newfoundland to Europe for use as gun dogs. Another early advocate of these Newfoundland dogs, or Labrador Retrievers as they later became known, was the 2nd Earl of Malmesbury who bred them for their expertise in waterfowling.

During the 1880s, the 3rd Earl of Malmesbury, the 6th Duke of Buccleuch and the 12th Earl of Home collaborated to develop and establish the modern Labrador breed. The dogs Buccleuch Avon and Buccleuch Ned, given by Malmesbury to Buccleuch, were mated with bitches carrying blood from those originally imported by the 5th Duke and the 10th Earl of Home. The offspring are considered to be the ancestors of modern Labradors.

The dog was a bit rambunctious. But I had never owned a dog so I didn’t know what they were like to live with. It seemed like many of our neighbors had dogs, mostly German shepherds. (That was a very popular breed back in the 60’s and 70’s.

As she grew, she would sometimes have these snap fits. No biting. That never happened. But she would start running through the house like a rabid dog. We didn’t have wall to wall carpets back then. Just hardwood floors with large area rugs throughout the house. The force and thrust generated by this dog would literally roll up the carpets during her trajectory. My little sisters and I would just leap up onto the furniture in the living room to get out of her way.

My mother would just open the back door leading to the yard and out she’d go. Running like and animal possessed.

The dog chewed up and destroyed a few things in the house. One time I went into my room and saw that the entire back of one of my sneakers had been bitten clean off. It looked like a billiard ball sized shark bite. The shoe was ruined.

Another time I walked into my room and one of my songbooks was ripped apart. I flipped out. That was a book of lyrics and chords of original songs I had written.

“Mom! Look what the dog did!”

“You shouldn’t have left it on the floor.”

“Sigh…”

Things were getting worse. The dog would pull when you tried to walk her. I mean like pulling really hard and gasping. I couldn’t understand why the dog would choke herself like this. But again, I knew nothing about raising a dog. I was just a teen dude that wanted to play guitar and write songs. The dog was just kind of pain in the ass.

Sometimes she would get out and run away. We’d find her up the street and have to chase her around and bring her back.

Remember during this time we were living in Philly and my dad was working at a bank down the shore. He would just swing in on the weekends. We were all cool with that, but we were all getting to a breaking point with this feral animal. It was time for a family meeting.

So when dad returned on the weekend, we all sat down at the dinner table as a family and talked out the situation. We all explained our feelings about the situation. It was like a court case. Everyone had input. Even my baby sister Gabrielle.

There was talk of getting rid of the animal. Most of us were leaning towards that. We really were at our wits end. I can see my sister April’s face even today. A grimace of mute protest. Tears streaming down her face. She must have felt terrible. She was the middle kid. She was the one that was always fighting to get attention. Not Janice the number one first-born and daddy’s favorite. Not the son. Not the baby Gabby. So well-behaved and intelligent. She was just April in the middle. I never felt that way about her. I always thought of April as the one who was tough on the outside but would give you her last dollar and the shirt off her back if you needed it. I always considered her the most beautiful of all of the children in the family. She was always my little pal growing up. We used to play together and fight like any other siblings, but we always made up.

It was breaking her heart. We were all visibly upset. We took this little pup from its parents and brothers and now we were talking about banishing her from our lives.

We pleaded our case and we need to reach some sort of resolution. A decision needed to be made.

Tune in tomorrow for the conclusion to this story.

 

 

 

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15 Celeb Couples Who Clearly Should’ve Broken Up A Long Time Ago

Do you know a couple that you’re convinced shouldn’t be together? Many of us invest too much on the fictional romances in our favorite shows that we often end up believing we know exactly which of our friends should end up together and which ones are wrong for each other.

Although the concept of “happily ever after” is as fictional as Cinderella and her Prince, most of us still believe some people have a shot at ending up in a relationship which the parties involved will never disagree. However, even those who end up in “perfect relationships” always find out they’re not immune to relationship problems, and they have to work even harder to keep their relationship going.

One of the disadvantages of being a celebrity is that everyone out there makes it his or her business to meddle in their personal lives, so their relationships are subject to public opinion. Therefore, people everywhere have their opinions concerning which celebrity couples should be together and which ones should break up.

This list is about celebrity couples who have been through very tough challenges which should have split them but didn’t. Celebrities often have a reputation for hooking up and breaking up with whoever they’re with, to the point that we love to celebrate those who survive many years in the same relationship. Here are 15 celebrities who should have broken up a long time ago but are still going strong. Which of these do you think are likely to break up in the near future?

 

15.RAY RICE AND JANAY PALMER

Have you’ve watched the video of what happened between Ray Rice and Janay Palmer in an elevator back in 2014? If you have, then you know that at the time, Rice hit Palmer in an elevator while the two were engaged to be married. For the sake of those who’ve not watched it, it’s important to point out that Rice intentionally hit his fiancee so hard that he knocked her out.

In addition to having to answer charges of third-degree aggravated assault, his contract with the Ravens was terminated and the NFL suspended him indefinitely. He appealed the decision in federal courts and won, but he has not gotten an opportunity to play professional football since.

The interesting thing is that these two got married six weeks after the incident took place, and according to Palmer, Rice made a mistake he’d never made previously and would not make again. Palmer is a unique woman since very few women would have married a man who had previously hit them, let alone knocked them out. This relationship should have been over the moment Palmer recovered from the blow, but these two are still going strong.

 

14.JAY-Z AND BEYONCÉ

Many people consider Jay-Z and Beyoncé to be the most powerful couple in music, which is arguably the case. Both have risen to the highest possible levels in the music industry individually, so you can imagine just how powerful they are as a couple. However, their presence on this list means that even the most powerful couples are not perfect.

If you’ve listened to Beyoncé’s Lemonade, then you know she sang songs about her husband’s infidelities at length and was clearly not pleased. In addition, Jay-Z’s 4:44 confirms the unfaithfulness Beyoncé mentioned in her album and even further admitted to straying in an interview with The New York Times.

You must be thinking to yourself just how crazy someone would be to be unfaithful to Beyoncé since every woman would want to be her because she’s so beautiful and successful. This should have been the point at which this high-level couple would have broken up, but they chose not to. Since these two worked out their issues, there’s no reason other people can’t overcome similar challenges as well.

 

13.KANYE WEST AND KIM KARDASHIAN

Although Kanye West and Kim Kardashian got married back in 2014, some people still think their marriage is a sham and a union that happened just to make them relevant and attracted worldwide attention. Since Kim and her whole family will literally do anything to stay in the news, her marriage has played a huge role in helping her meet this objective, and she’s reaping big-time from it. Her social media presence and “reality” shows have made her one of the richest reality tv celebrities in Hollywood.

On the other hand, Kanye West seems like he didn’t mind marrying a hot woman, and was aware of the benefits the union would have on his music career and his image. Many people think these two shouldn’t be in a relationship, let alone a marriage, but somehow, they’ve made their relationship thrive. Whether these two got married because they’re in love or whether it was a good business arrangement is up to them.

 

12.GABRIELLE UNION AND DWYANE WADE

Many people would argue that Dwyane Wade and Gabrielle Union are one of the happiest couples on the planet, owing to just how much fun these two have together. Union, who is a celebrity actress, and Wade, who is a superstar basketball player, first got together in 2009 and got married in 2014. Since their amazing wedding, these two have shared images of the fun moments they have together on vacations and on dates, and it’s clear they’re not afraid of a bit of PDA (public display of affection).

These two make it to this list because, in 2013, Wade hooked up with Aja Metoyer, a longtime friend, and she gave birth to his son in November of the same year. In his defence, Wade claimed he and Union had split up at the time, so he technically didn’t betray her. A month after his son was born, he proposed to Union and she said yes. They got married in August of 2014. These two should’ve broken up even before they got married, but their love is keeping them strong.

 

11.WILL SMITH AND JADA PINKETT SMITH

Will Smith and Jada Pinkett have for the longest time been considered the most powerful couple in Hollywood, owing to just how successful these two are. Will has been called “the most powerful actor in Hollywood,” and has been considered by Forbes to be the most bankable star worldwide; owing to the success of the films he has played leading roles in.

Jada, on the other hand, is a successful actress who has starred in films such as Set It Off and Menace II Society and appeared in successful franchises such as The Matrix films and the Madagascar animated films.

These two have been married for 21 years, and they’re here because so many people have claimed they’ve both been unfaithful to each other at some point. One incident mentioned in the tabloids claimed Will caught Jada and Marc Anthony in their family home— claims which everyone involved refuted. These two have continued to be strong in their relationship, despite the pressure to give up and break up.

 

10.DAVID AND VICTORIA BECKHAM

Since it’s common knowledge that many celebrity relationships and marriages don’t last, David and Victoria Beckham are unique in that they’ve been married for the last 18 years and are still going strong. What makes the relationship even more amazing is that both of them are huge celebrities in their own right. They have the type of celebrity marriage that hardly lives past a few years.

The main reason that they make it to this list is because of a woman named Rebecca Loos, who purported to have had an illicit fling with David back in 2004 when she was his personal assistant. At the time, David was still married to Victoria, and the media had a field day reporting the incident making Rebecca one of the most famous women in the world at the time.

David and Victoria should have split at this time, but they stuck together and overcame the shame and negative publicity which resulted. David admits he has made mistakes in their relationship but has never confessed to being involved with Rebecca in the way she claims he was.

 

9.SARAH JESSICA PARKER AND MATTHEW BRODERICK

Since 1997, Sarah Jessica Parker and Mathew Broderick have been married to each other, and by the way things are going, these two will spend the rest of their lives together. It’s so amazing when two successful actors can stay married for more than 20 years, despite their hectic acting schedules, which often separate them for long periods at a time.

Although these two always look happy, they’re on this list because Matthew allegedly had a secret fling with an unnamed woman while his wife was shooting the film Sex And The City. When the news broke, Matthew, through his spokesperson, didn’t deny the allegations and refused to comment on the issue.

Although this secret relationship should have been the end of their marriage, these two chose to remain together and overcome this challenge. These two have said many times they love each other, and since they’ve gone through so much together, we have no reason to doubt them. They have three children together.

 

8.BILL AND HILLARY CLINTON

Bill Clinton was the 42nd president of the United States, and he served as president from 1993 to 2001. Hillary Clinton, on the other hand, has held several powerful political posts as well, and when she ran for the presidency in 2016, she won the popular vote but lost the presidency to the incumbent President Donald Trump.

These two have been married since 1975, and chances of them breaking up now are slim to none. However, they make it to this list because their marriage would have ended back in the ’90s when Bill was still president. Several women came forward accusing Bill of misconduct, with Monica Lewinsky’s case coming close to ending Clinton’s presidency through an impeachment because he was accused of perjury.

The allegations, scandals, court case, and all of the things that resulted were possibly the toughest period for their marriage to survive. If these two can survive so much humiliation, then couples all over the world need to work harder to save their marriages.

 

7.DAVID LETTERMAN AND REGINA LASKO

David Letterman was initially married to Michelle Cook, but their marriage ended in October of 1977. Before getting involved with his current wife, Regina Lasko, Letterman had a serious relationship with Merrill Markoe for ten years up until 1988. Letterman’s relationship with Lasko started in 1986 when he was still living with Markoe, and they were in a relationship for 23 years until 2009 when they officially got married.

This marriage would have ended as soon as it began because in 2009, barely six months after they exchanged vows, he was caught in a scandal, which forced him to apologize to his wife in one of his shows. He announced to his viewers that someone had tried blackmailing him by threatening to release information which suggested he’d had inappropriate relations with several colleagues if he didn’t offer him two million dollars.

Although the information was true, Letterman went to the authorities and the perpetrator was caught and his confession worked towards mending his almost breaking down marriage. However, his marriage to his wife continued to this day.

 

6.NICOLE KIDMAN AND KEITH URBAN

Nicole Kidman used to be married to Tom Cruise, and the two adopted children together during that time. However, five years after Tom left her, she married Keith Urban in June of 2006 in Sydney, and they’ve been together ever since. They have two children of their own. In 2015 during an interview, Kidman claimed she and Urban didn’t know each other well when they were getting married, but they got to know each other in their marriage.

These two make it to this list because, in addition to the many problems couples go through when they’re married, they had to survive rumors of Urban’s alleged unfaithfulness. Amanda Wyatt claimed she was repeatedly involved with Urban when he and Kidman were engaged and added she felt sorry for Kidman.

For over a decade, this couple’s marital troubles have hit the tabloids, but it’s safe to say they’ve reduced in the recent past. Such accusations, whether true or false, sure strained the relationship, and Kidman and Urban chose to stick together through that storm.

 

5.DAVID BOREANAZ AND JAIME BERGMAN

David Boreanaz is an amazing actor, most popularly known for his role as Seeley Booth, an FBI special agent in Bones, a comedy-drama series, or currently as Jason Hayes, in SEAL Team. His wife, Jaime Bergman, is a model and an actress who has appeared on several magazine covers and in a number of Playboy videos. These two got married back in 2001 and they have two children, a son called Jaden and a daughter called Bella.

These two have made it on this list because back in 2010, David acknowledged his involvement in a secret fling with one of the women Tiger Woods apparently betrayed his wife with a woman named Rachel Uchitel. In addition to admitting he strayed from his wife, text messages concerning the relationship surfaced on the internet, an embarrassing situation that should have broken this marriage up. What’s even worse about the timing of the whole incident was that his wife was pregnant with their second child.

 

4.SNOOP DOGG AND SHANTE BROADUS

Snoop Dogg is one of the greatest and most influential musicians we have today, and he has developed a huge fan base since starting his music career back in 1992. Throughout his career, he has sold over 23 million albums domestically and 35 million worldwide, making him a very successful musician.

He has so far released 14 studio albums and holds 17 Grammy award nominations. Despite breaking into the music industry with hip-hop, funk, and gangsta rap, he’s currently doing more of reggae, after converting to Rastafari back in 2012.

In 2013, Snoop told Queen Latifah that he took his wife through turmoil on his journey to success, and at the time he didn’t understand just how much he was hurting her. He further explained how he decided to start loving his wife and children by reprioritizing his life. Back when he was placing his career before his wife and children, his marriage should have ended, but the good thing is that they’re still together.

 

3.PINK AND CAREY HART

Do you know two people in a relationship who appear as if they’re wrong for each other, owing to the amount of drama they cause? If you’ve followed Pink and Carey Hart’s relationship for the 12 years they’ve been together, you will obviously think these two don’t belong together.

Since they got married back in 2006, they’ve officially broken up twice, and even picked up divorce papers to end their marriage in 2008 when they were just two years into it. Although we’re not quite sure why they broke up the first time, the reason they split the second time was due to their hectic work schedules, which would force them to spend so much time apart they would hardly have any time to deal with issues in their marriage.

Pink went out of her way to win back her man, and her effort paid off because they’re still together. Both confess that their marriage isn’t perfect, and was it not for their desire to hold on to what they have, their marriage would have ended a long time ago.

 

2.NAYA RIVERA AND RYAN DORSEY

Naya Rivera is popularly known for the role she played in Glee from 2009 to 2015, a cheerleader called Santana Lopez. For this and many roles, she has received numerous awards and award nominations since she’s a highly talented actress and musician. She married Ryan Dorsey in 2014, and although these two have been married for just four years, they’ve had to overcome issues some couples who’ve been married for decades have never experienced.

In November 2016, barely two years into their marriage, Naya filed for divorce, but they called off the separation in October of 2017, meaning they lost a year in the split. In November of 2017, authorities in Kanawha County, West Virginia arrested Naya for domestic battery. Apparently, she hit Ryan in the head and on the face during a disagreement. After she was released from jail, she refiled for divorce, and we’re waiting to see what will happen. This relationship should have ended a long time ago, but these two have a chance to mend it.

 

1.KOBE AND VANESSA BRYANT

If you love basketball and have watched a few NBA games, then the name Kobe Bryant is not new to you. Bryant is one of the best guards in the history of the NBA, and many people have even claimed he was greater than Michael Jordan was. With the Los Angeles Lakers, he won the Championship five times and was the NBA’s MVP in 2008, NBA Finals MVP in 2009 and 2010, and he won an Academy Award for his short animated film Dear Basketball just this year.

However, Bryant and his wife are not on this list because of the great achievements in basketball, but because they went through one of the toughest challenges a marriage could ever go through. In 2003, Bryant was arrested for allegedly assaulting a 19-year-old at a hotel in Eagle County, and the case that followed tarnished his reputation and he not only lost many of his endorsement deals but many of his fans.

During the course of the case, his marriage should have ended, but Vanessa stuck with him. In December 2011 she filed for divorce but called it off a month later, and we can only assume they’re happily married today.

 

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