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My Uncle’s Dogs
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90 My Uncle’s Dogs 1974 Jacob White, Jr. Myunclediedsuddenly,oneofthoseheartattacksthatcomeinmidstride ,blockageintheveindoctorscallthewidowmaker,onlyhe hadnowifetobecomehiswidow.Shehadlefthimmanyyearsbefore. Hefellrightwherehewas—twofeetouttheba ckdoorheadingout tofeedhisdogs—theoldorange-tickedEnglishsetterbitchnamedSam (shortforSamantha)andtheB rittanypuppyHarlan.Whenmygrandmother foundhim,thedogsweresittingoneachsideofhimassilentas monks.EvenaftershecalledtheambulanceandtheEMTsgotthereand beganworkingtostartmyuncle’sheart,shesaidthedogsstayedthere, unwillingtoleavehim. Andthenlaterthatnightwhenitwasallover,shecalledfromthehospital totellArdieJohnson,herneighbor,thatIsaachadpassed.Sheasked himtocheckonthedogsbecausesheknewUncleIsaacwouldwantthat. Ardielatersaidthattheywerestillwaitingrighttherewhereshehadtold himtheb odyhadbeen.Butoneofthem—hewasn’tsurewhich—had beenhowling.He’dheardthatbeforeshecalled,andhe’dwonderaboutit. Mygrandmotherhadalwaysbeenindependentandcapableofsurviving anything:poverty,aw orldwar,thed eathofheroldestsonandhis wifeinacarwreckafterthatsameoldestsonhadsurvivedOmahaBeach. Andsoonafterthat,thedeathofherhusband,whohadbeenbadtodrink MyUncle’sDogs 91 foryearsbeforehedied.Andofcourseshehadhadtoraiseme(theson ofthatsameoldestsonwhodied)aftershehadlongsinceraisedherown children.AndnowUncleIsaac,hersecondborn,haddroppeddead,and she’dfoundhimoutthereinthedarkallbyherself.Butshewouldhave noneofmesta yingtheretohelpher.Shewaswa ytooindependentfor that.Therewererelativesjustuptheroad,shesaid.Lotsofthem. Butthenfourmonthslater,whenshetoldmethatshewasmo vinginto townandsellingthefarm,somethinggavewayinsideme. Yougrowuponafarm.Yourbodyadjuststoitsrhythmsandsomehow sellingtheplaceislikesellingyour flesh.Thiswasthefar mI’dknownallmy life.ThiswasthefarmwherethefatherIneverknewgrewup.Thiswasthe farmthatm ygreat-grandfather—one-halftothree-quarterCherokee— hadchiseledoutoftheear thwithnothingb utwillandd etermination. Thefarmmyunclehadbroughtbacktolifeallthoseyearslaterwithme watchingandhelping.Anditwasthefarmwherewealllearnedtohuntin thesamewaywelearnedtowork. Ihadleftateighteen,determinedtomakemymarkintheworld.Idid fouryearsatDavidsononafullscholarship.AndthenIdidm ylawdegree atBostonCollege,graduatingwithdistinction.Ienmeshedmyselfin citylife,becomingajuniorpartnerinoneofthenear-prestigiousBoston firmsinnear -recordtime.Ig otanic eapartmentnearB eaconHilland filleditwithnicefurniture. Andthensomethinghappened.Itwasn’tthatIcouldn’tdothework. Itwasn’teventhatmydriveandenergyleftastheydoinpeoplewhoare burnedout.Ijuststoppedwantingtodoitanymore.Itwasasplainand simpleasthat.I’dhadmy fillofpleabargainsanddepositionsandtrials anddiscovery—thewholedamnmess. Itwasasif aninst inctasoldas timetoldmetolookforwardtothenextphaseofmylife.Onlytherewas nonextphase.I’dlostthemap. “Don’tsellit,”IexplodedtoGrandmotheroverthephone.“NottilI comehomeand—”Iwaswithouttherightwordsuddenly.“Andseeit. Again.Andstayawhile.” Alongpauseontheotherendofthephone. [3.135.202.224] Project MUSE (2024-04-25 10:27 GMT) MyUncle’sDogs 92 “Junior,”Grandmothersaidinhermostpreciseway,“Whataboutyour work...