"Is the dog for sale?"

I spent some time this weekend working at the estate sale my mother's family had at my Great-Uncle Charlie's house. What's surprising to me is that over the 10 hours I spent wheeling and dealing with the shoppers, the most common question I got was, "Is the dog for sale?", closely followed by, "How much for the dog?"

Waiting for more shoppers:



Duke had come to the estate sale, like the Rat Pack came to Vegas. He was supposed to be security, by looking intimidating and keeping folks from dropping too much into their pockets. This backfired, but in a good way. Instead, he broke the ice, provided entertainment for the kids (both the family and the shoppers) and generally made the day go by a little faster for all. He got pats, scratches, hugs, and even some food.

After the rush: