#ditchdog

Back when I was a pre-pubescent youth, my aunt had an old black lab die, so my uncle was tasked with giving it a respectful burial. I got asked if I wanted to go, and I had nothing better to do, so I went.

My uncle drove around the block and got into his back shed by going in the back gate. I thought it weird, but waited in the truck. He came back with a long styrofoam case, for later he indicated.

So we go up in the woods and find a spot to dig. And be we, I mean I got given the shovel. After a few minutes of digging, I got tired and stopped. My uncle figured the ditch a few feet over was as good as digging a hole, so he chucked the black garbage bag with the dog in the ditch.

At this point, he brought out the black rifle and we shot rounds while he had some beers. It was cool to try something new, but it quickly got old, so we wrapped up.