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 Lve 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.