So where are the details??
To **nyctea scandiaca **,
Are you always this annoyingly argumentative?
Damn! You take her dad and the crazy dog for a week.
I am pleased that your Dad chose to respect your wishes. COOL!
Did you miss the first sentance of the OP, which says that phall rarely talks to the man? One doesn’t need to have one’s foot in the grave to sever a level of contact that low.
Mental image of that sentence… foot lopped off?
Preferably by a dog. 
Okay, here are the details…
Friday, Hallgirl1 and I pull up to the house. (She’d dropped her car off for state inspection and new tires, and I’d picked her up at the mechanics.) Daddy Dearest had pulled up to the house seconds before and was standing by his car. No dog. We did the appropriate greetings (which did not contain the phrase, “I sure as hell hope you didn’t bring the damn dog”) and went into the house, which thereby extended into one of the most boring and nonproductive weekends I’ve had in my entire life.
Daddy Dearest has a bum knee, so actually going anywhere (aside out to eat) is pretty much out of the question, as he hobbles to the car, squeezes himself into my “little car” (its a 2004 Hyndai Elantra), then huffs and puffs himself out of it, and across the parking lot.
Daddy Dearest didn’t bring a book or something to occupy his time, so he spent the majority of his time in front of the television, monopolizing the remote control with the channel firmly stuck on the History Channel.
Daddy Dearest eats meat and potatoes and sugar, so the two meals I did fix at home were severely lacking vegetables, fruit, and any spices aside from salt and pepper, and heavy on the starch. (I will be going to the gym right after work today.) I did not, however, cave in on the gallon of ice-cream he kept “hinting” that we should get.
It’s Monday and he left this morning. I’ll go home and strip the guest bed and vaccum and try to get back into my routine until he decides that he wants to visit again, at which point, I’ll be going out of town or something.
Thanks for the update. Does sound boring but you gotta feel good about (the absence of) the dog, right? Sounds like my dad in his declining years, so this behavior isn’t totally out there for an old curmudgeon, except he wasn’t nearly the manipulative jerk your dad seems to be.
Sounds like a pretty mediocre time, which is better than what you expected. Thanks for the update.
When my brother visited a few months ago, his primary entertainment was his computer. He took my cable modem connector out of my USB port and plugged it into his. For the whole weekend. I mean, I love you and stuff, bro, but I’ve got Dopin’ to do!
And where was the dog? Staying with aunt something or other we would guess. But how bout the straight dope on it?
The dog stayed with the cousin in Arlington. It was last minute (for him and the cousin)–he was planning on showing up on my doorstep with lovely little Chiquita until our last phone conversation and he found out the hotel was too expensive for his budget.
Hah! Nice. Good on you for not backing down, given that he held out until the last. possible. second.
So you didn’t get to eat the critter after all.
You realize things like doggie ebola get spread that way. And you’d be picking hair out of your teeth for days!
Epic thread!