Scars in Life

When my grandma moved in with my family at the old home place, she had a cute little black and white French bulldog. My mom told me to tie him up outside somewhere, so he would not run off. The place was new to the little dog. Grandma being in her eighties may have been going through her second childhood. As I said she was old. I wanted the little bull dog in the shade, so I tied him up under the pecan trees. Now these pecan trees were taller than the house. they were really big. I climbed and played in them. My grandma came out of the house yelling at me. She told me to move the dog because he would dig up her pecan trees. The little dog may have been a foot tall. He was not much taller than that if any. I looked down at the little bulldog and then up at the pecan trees and I proceeded to tell my grandma that there was no way that little dog was going to dig up those pecan trees. My mom heard the yelling my grandma was doing, and came out to see what was going on. I knew better than to argue with my great grandmother. My mom told me to move the dog. I told my mom that there was no way that little dog was going to dig up those pecan trees. My mom told me to just move the dog, so I did.