I Divorced Him For A Dog

Summary

Seven decades old, and my grandmother was divorcing my grandfather.

The reason? He’d killed and eaten the dog she’d raised for five years.

The whole family urged her to forget it. It was just an animal, for heaven’s sake.

But my grandmother, Doris, wouldn’t budge.

My grandfather, Arthur, furious, slammed his hand on the table. “Fine! Divorce me then! Who’s scared?”

Yet, later, he’d be leaning on his cane, a whimpering puppy cradled in his arms, practically begging Doris for forgiveness.