As most of you know I lead a pretty solitaire life. Sometimes going months without anyone stopping by. I often think about my dogs dying of thirst/starvation if I were to stroke out one night.
I sure hope Gracie didn't meet her demise in such a manner.
We all have to die sometime but a dog sure doesn't deserve something like that.
On a less somber note: I think Greg was sort of the fire's version of Fred Sanford. A grumpy old bastard that could make most everything he needed from someone else's junk.
