Jewish Karl Rove Met My Dad. . .

It was a very badly timed morning. My dad was picking me up at 8 for something we were doing and JKR was supposed to be gone by then. . . uhhh he had come over early to uhhh. . . have coffee with me?

Anyway, he took too long putting on his pants and getting the hell out the door before the doorbell rang. I could see the panic on his face and the question that quickly ran through his mind - can I run down the fire escape?

"What do I do?" he asked. Why ask? What can you do? You're not hiding in my closet while my dad comes into my apartment to say hello to the cat. You also can't stand in the corner and pretend to be a statue of a tall Jewish man. He'll know. So I let my dad in and told him that "JKR" was upstairs and my dad's response was:
"Who is JKR?"
"My boyfriend"
"I don't like this."

So he came upstairs and called out
"Ok, where is he?"
JKR giggled nervously and they shook hands. Then my dad leaned in and said "Awww c'mere" and gave him a big awkward hug. It was hilarious and my dad is awesome. Then he said he didn't really care about him, he was really just here to say hello to the kitty. He invited JKR on our outing, but JKR declined because he had to go take care of his dog.
"Oh what kind of dog do you have?"
"She's a beagle."
"Oh. My dog can kick your dog's ass. I have a German Shepherd."

This is her and she likes Jews:

So JKR told me later that he did feel weird about it and a little uncomfortable. I waited a few days. . . I threw it into an email about some other things that oh, by the way, my dad wants your phone number to discuss some ground rules. One, two, three, DING! Text message: Are you serious about your dad?

Well, I didn't realize he would take it seriously and who would pass up this opportunity? Maybe a decent human being, but not me.
Text message back: Is that ok? I didn't respond yet. What are you thinking?
JKR: It's fine. Did I do something wrong? Is this normal?
I decided to call. I needed to hear his voice on this one. It was a little shaky.
"Hi, are you ok?"
"Yeah. What do you think he wants? Is he going to try to intimidate me or something?"
This is where I lost it and burst into laughter because a quick word about my dad: He's little and beardy and throws up in his sleep if he eats after 7:30p.m. He is unable to intimidate anybody.
"Oh, so you're joking?"

Puppy Update: last night, while walking them like this:

The mongoloid one got under the little one's butt while the little one was pooping. Then, he tried to eat the poo while I was cleaning it. At least they are adorable.