Here's a picture from Christmas 1982, I believe. The little girl in the picture is me and the dog in the front of the picture is our family dog, Rags. He was a mutt my dad rescued from the alleys of Baltimore and he turned out to be the greatest dog. The only bad thing about him was his breath. My dad always said "Rags could knock a buzzard off a sh!t wagon at 50 paces". LOL

RIP, Raggie... Spring 1977 - July 9, 1993