My Puppy Died

When I was a young boy, I received a puppy as a gift. One day I saw he had chewed open a bag of quick drying cement. I figured he had eaten some of it and worried me that the “quick drying” stuff would kill him and make him stiff like a statue.

Well, the next day he died.

He got run over by a milk delivery truck.


A selection of memories and thoughts of Grandpa Jack