GIANT
Everybody called him Jack The Giant. He had one of those Polish last names that had too many syllables that you couldn't pronounce unless you practiced it to memory or were from Poland. The guy was big.I mean really big. He had to be 6 foot seven if he was an inch. He had that blanched skin with no chest hair and arms that hung down to his knees it seemed, Square jawed he had a head of full sandy hair and bushy brows and a fighters nose. His eyes were a gray blue and didn't tip him off.
Jack The Giant used to hang around the gyms and I'd see him most of the time at The Coliseum working with what Burke Emery had to offer. I sparred with him once. He was so big that you couldn't hurt him (At least I couldn't) but then he was so slow and clumsy ,and for such a big guy didn't have much of a punch,that he couldn't hurt you either.
Well,I ran into him a few weeks ago at all places one of those animal emergency hospitals.You see I got these two poodle dogs and they're starting to get up there in years and my wife keeps taking them out with her when she goes recycling and she keeps them out there too long.
Well, one day she comes back with the dogs after one of her recycling quests and I could see the littlest of the dogs wasn't feeling well-listless, kind of dopey. It was a Sunday and I knew the vet would be closed so I took the pooch to the emergency hospital.I get nervy about the dogs.I've gotten attached to them pretty good. If anything would happen ...
Well, I get to the hospital and the placed is packed with people and their pets. A vet comes over,a young fellow,and asks me what's going on.I tell him that my dog isn't feeling up to snuff and if they could check her out.He gives her a quick scan and says she looks responsive enough and says she might have eaten some marijuana off the ground.That don't satisfy me so he says for 16 hundred dollars they can give her the once over. I said go ahead.God forbid if I would have said no and something bad would have happened.So the kid scoops up my dog and says it will be a few hours.
Well, I 'm sitting there in the waiting room doing my crossword puzzles trying to get my mind off it when in walks this big tall guy.I didn't notice at first but he had this tiny dog wrapped in his massive hand. He takes a seat next o mine. I give him a look and it ain't long before I make a connection.
"Ain't you Jack the guy they called jack The Giant that used to hang around the Coliseum with the fighters?"
He gave me a quick study holding the little dog in the palm of his hand.
"Yeah," he said not really into it.
I was ready to drop it when he started up again.
"I'm here with my dog. He's about done ,"he said said softly.
"How old is he?"
"19.I don't know what the other dogs will do without him,"he continued now his voice beginning to crack.
He had one of those miniature chihuahuas. The dog was snorting and wriggling like he didn't like being held like that.
"What's his name?" I asked him.
"Big Jack.I named him after myself,"Jack The Giant said.I could see his eyes getting watery. He was struggling to hold himself together.The dog kept snorting and fighting to get out out of his hand.In the meantime a woman vet came out to tell me that there was nothing wrong with my dog and that the tests showed nothing and I should rest her and not have my wife take her out recycling anymre.Then the young vet who came over to me knelt beside Jack The Giant and said that if he was ready it was time to walk with him to the back room.He got up slowly ,the little dog still snorting and straining to get free.
"I hope everything turns out all right," I said.
I don't know if he heard me because he was trying to quiet his dog by holding him close to his heart.

My two dogs.