My Father, the Carnivore

My father was stellar, made Prohibition whiskey in the cellar, put oil of the olive in the center of his avocado, was no Clarence Darrow, but was catnip to women, left some in sorrow, ate prime red meat like Ribeye and Porter- house, saved his T- bone at dinner not for Spot our terrier, but for me, darling daughter. Now, wasn't that curious? Not to mention a bit spurious. A bone for his daughter, for Spot, Not!