I went to college in the stone age.  Early in the stone age.  We had no Facebook, hardly anyone even had a cell phone, so we did like the ancients.  We told a lot of stories.

I knew a boy (I mean this was college) who was a gifted storyteller.  His stories usually ended up with me as the butt of the joke, but occasionally he would tell a funny story.  One of the best was about his sister’s dog, a collie named Whiskey.  Whiskey was blind in one eye but still kind of lovable.  Whiskey passed away many years ago and the friendship is rather also a part of the passed, but whenever I see a collie, I smile and I think of Whiskey: