No More Wiener (Dog)

This is a tale about the death of a wiener, a wiener dog. A five year-old thought it would be fun to ride his pet wiener dog like a little horsey. When he mounted the poor little dog, he broke its back. Never more was the little wiener.

This story reminded me of an incident from my childhood. My little brother had barely turned one. Our mother had left us in the bedroom to make some lunch in the kitchen. She had instructed me to look after him. I got bored and decided to ride my brother like a little horsey. At the time, I was about three and a half years old packing about a deuce and a half. Luckily, my mother's maternal instinct had kicked in. She somehow knew I was up to no good-- as I often was. That little wiener is still around.