This morning I was moving my Jeep and ran over my old Weiner Dog. He was 15, real deaf and nearly blind. His official name was Diesel but he had a few names and Weiner Dog or WD is what we called him most of the time. We buried him down in the pasture under what we call The L
ve Tree, an old oak with two trunks. I can see his grave from the house. They sure don't live long enough anyway but, damn..I ran over him.