Remembering Grandma

I remember visiting my grandma as a small child. She lived in a cozy little trailer with two dogs. Queenie was an energetic, even hyper, scots terrier. Wimpy was a small, elderly mixed breed. He never moved very fast.

One day I tried to pet Wimpy and he bit me. It didn't hurt, but I was really startled. Two of Wimpy's teeth fell out. Grandma laughed.

Thinking back on it, it occurs to me that Jim Crow sheriffs used to set dogs on people. Just like Grandma. That bitch.

Or maybe, since Grandma was nice, this means that the Jim Crow sheriffs were nice, too. Just misunderstood.