After a trip to Arizona, my grandparents came back with this gem that they'd picked up from a tourist shop in New Mexico, probably around 1970. Grandpa hung it from the kitchen wall, and the fun began. My brother, sister and I took turns putting each other in the "place of honor", getting mad at each other, and pitching fits until we discovered the perfect enemy - Grandpa! He acted so indignant about being in the dog house that we quickly forgot about each other. This lasted for quite awhile, until one rainy morning when he commented how glad he was to be in the doghouse so he wasn't getting rained on like we were. He later told me the looks on our faces was priceless, and it was probably the first time we'd ever been speechless, all three of us, at one time!
They were fantastic grandparents, and we were blessed to live so close and spend so much time with them. They were such positive influences on our lives, and a lot of fun to boot.
