Airdales

This is a "memory page" I created for my friend Marianne's 25th anniversary at Hallmark. Her family has a big, lovable airedale terrier named Yogi. I am intimately familiar with Yogi. And since I have no shame, here's the story behind that:

A few years ago, Marianne hosted a holiday party at her beautiful home in Hyde Park. She had recently adopted an airedale puppy & I enjoyed seeing him. That was Yogi. The following year, Marianne had another holiday party. By the time I arrived, the party was already in full swing. Marianne's husband Ralph answered the door & invited me in. Marianne entered & asked me if I remembered Yogi (yes!) and if I wanted to see him (yes!), and went upstairs to let him out. Yogi (who was enormous now) came bounding down the stairs, so happy that his whole body quivered. Here's where the trouble came in: as I bent down, hand outstretched to pat Yogi's head, he dodged under my hand, stuck his whole head under my skirt, and lifted, exposing me to anyone whom might have been looking. OH. MY. GOD. Well, fortunately everyone at the party was too polite to laugh or even admit whether or not they saw anything, including Marianne & Ralph. But the following year, I did receive a Christmas card with a photo of Yogi...