Auntie, Uncle Joe and the dog

(Another one from Dad...he's on a roll....)

My father, myself and Uncle Joe Deluca stayed at Auntie's in Florida one year. We were there for the Daytona race. This was not at the Orange Groves but her house after she sold the business.

We were all sitting in the living room watching TV when Auntie's dog bit uncle Joe on the ankle.
Uncle Joe hated the dog so when it nipped him he never said a word he just picked the dog up and headed for the kitchen with it.

Auntie screamed at him, "Where are you going with,(I forget the thing's name)"?

Uncle Joe was heading for Auntie's stove where she had a big pan of sauce simmering away.He said, "I'm putting it in the sauce because it bit my ankle".

Auntie started sceaming and my father and I managed to get the now very frightened dog away from uncle Joe. I think he was serious!

The dog never went near Uncle Joe the whole rest of the time we were there!

Al Tocci, Jr.