I used to read electric meters as a job. It was a lot of fun, I was young and I could listen to my Walkman while I visited each home. One day I drove up to a house and asked a man gardening if his dog, off the leash, was safe. The owner said "yes" so I got out of the car and it immediately ran up to me and bit me on my leg. It was bad. I was bleeding a lot.
The man was very apologetic and took me in, cleaned my wound. He showed me the dogs papers etc. -He couldn't have been kinder or more apologetic.
I went to the doc and had a couple stitches. When I got home I told my father that I should probably sue him. "I bet I could get a bunch of money." -I was 19 and was thinking about beer/weed money.
My father looked at me disappointedly and asked how I would feel if someone sued our family if our dog, Luke, bit somebody? -Point made.
My dad wasn't always the most engaged, he still isn't, but there were lots of good lessons in life, and I'm grateful for them.
Also, there were certain areas where he was/is very engaged. There was/is no greater supporter of my music. The guy even built me a statue of The New Grewn symbol for my merch stand and he and my mom were at most local shows.
He's a good dad. I'm grateful.