In our family we only had one dog name.
At one time, our grandparents and us both had dogs named Homer.
It’s very efficient.
You only have to give one command.
And call one name.
The dogs don’t care.
As long as you feed them, love them and don’t make them wear the same outfits.
It was Ruth’s idea.
Why waste energy having to remember more than one dog name?
Keep it simple, stupid.
Grandpa delighted in the soul crushing hand shake.
He took particular pleasure in it.
After a while, you knew it was coming, but you just went played along.
Smiled and held on as long as you could.
Felt the joints of your hand squeezed painfully together.
Forever creating disdain for men with dead fish handshakes.
Jack is Ruth’s son.
Grandpa is her father.
We start to see what Jack is up against.
And, no that’s not John Wayne Gacy.