They said my grandpa did nothing but work, come home, kiss my grandma, pet his dog, drink a bourbon, fall asleep in the chair next to the window shaded by the evergreen tree.
They say my grandma would put a blanket on him, let him sleep til morning, and he’d do it all over again.
They say the dog got into something, some kinda something, and my grandma had to carry him to the beater truck and rush him to the vet.
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