pop said there wasn’t no torment that alimony couldn’t cure. That brought grandmom into the argument and developed two strong cliques in the congregation. One faction thought grandpop was right and the horse ran away with the carry-all during the excitement. Naturally the carriage dog ran with him and all the folks ran outdoors and chased the carriage.
That’s the picture of them there. Grandpop isn’t in the carriage because the family wanted to make it a group picture and he didn’t want a good horse ruined by a bad load. So they decided just to take a picture of the horse and the carriage dog which was a white hound with tobacco juice spots.
It’s a funny thing about carriage dogs. They ain’t got no future and nobody cares about their past and they run along under the wagon. Yes, our carriage was a wagon on week-days, and the dog never gets anywhere and if he does he’s got to come right back.
If the wagon runs away they run with it and if the horse slows up they slow up and they’re like some folks, they’re victims of their environment. That dog there never did an original thing. Once there was a wreck when the milk train struck the wagon right in gran.
