Mountain City’s Stray Dog: My Grandpa and His Women

When I was little, everyone called my grandpa Dog Grandpa. I didn't understand what that meant.

My grandpa said the reason he survived was that he could run fast.

I didn't know just how fast he could run. I only knew he loved sitting by the earthen wall, smoking tobacco with his eyes narrowed to slits.

I knew he must be thinking back to those days when he could fly along on foot.

Now, he says he's just an old dog.

But once, he was a vigorous mountain-running dog.