If this doesn’t prove it!

I bought this duck for Shaun’s dad.

A couple of months ago they had their house broken in to. They thought of ways of making sure that this didn’t happen again. Some of the ideas had merit, and the others just scared the shit out of me.

I woke up from a dream one morning and as serious as a heart attack I said, “Shaun, your dad needs a duck.” In my half asleep state I laid out the benefits of getting him a duck.
For those of you who don’t know Shaun, he knows what people like and what they don’t like. He knows what they will hate and what they will love. He’s weird like that. He’s usually right (except when it comes to purchasing Christmas presents for me, then he suddenly loses his fucking mind and buys me coffee cups) He said, “My dad WILL NOT let us get him a duck.”

I kicked around the idea a bit longer. I ran it by his dad. Shaun was right. There would be no duck in his backyard being the watch duck for any scary intruders. Of course it became the running joke. Anytime anyone said anything about the break in I would just say, “Well, if you had a duck.” I became the resident fowl advocate.

For his birthday we drove around ALL day looking for a duck. Not a real duck mind you, but a duck I can put in his lawn as a reminder of how much I love him. Shaun said to get him the little duck. I couldn’t bring myself to buy the little baby duck. Shaun’s dad NEEDED the big duck.

He loves the duck. On his birthday card I wrote nothing but; Quack Quack.