In Which My Grandmother Tells the Story of Her Favorite Dog
I was still teaching when Max Junior and Olivia were in school. Our school was a very short distance from home, and we walked. Of course, I always walked by myself; they were always running and playing. And my dog, her name was Honey, always followed me, and she would get up under my desk and stay there as long as I was at my desk. If I went to the board, she went with me and laid down by my feet as long as I was writing on the board. One weekend she went missing, and we looked everywhere for her. We didn’t find her until Monday morning. When we got to school, we smelled something, and it was this dog. She had crawled right up under the school building, right under where I sat. That’s where she was when she died.