More Family Stories

Well, quite frankly - it's late, and I'm tired, I don't just mean a little tired - I mean the sort of tired where if someone asked you what your middle name was, you'd tell them it was Frank, and then 15 minutes later you'd realize that you don't have a middle name, but if you did have one, you'd wish it was something manly like Hank or Slugger or something like that, and why the heck are we talking about middle names anyway? Oh yes - to illustrate that I'm tired and likely to ramble. This is a short and sweet story about a dog: and we'll just tell you right now that the dog dies, but don't worry, this is still comedic! We vow to not post any of that maudlin chick-flicky type stuff designed to make you cry!

So my dad's family consists of him, two sisters, and his parents. My one Aunt was recently married, and she had a dog named after my Grandpa: Fred. One day Fred (dog) ran out in the street, got hit by a car, and was killed. So she called up my Grandma to tell her about it. Later on my other aunt called up my Grandma, and Grandma says to her, "Fred was run over by a car today." And my other Aunt starts asking Grandma tons of questions about it, thinking Grandma was talking about Grandpa. After a while, I think they finally got it straightened out. Just don't go asking my Aunt about it - she still gets a nervous twitch to this day.