Known for excessive beer drinking and telling sketchy stories of the days of yore when his ancestors lived in castles and ruled the Irish countryside, my Grandpa was a prickly bud on the old family tree.These stories always ended the same way: Inevitably, someone would attempt to point out that his ancestors actually came from China which would result in his challenging them to a "Lord of the Dance" competition during which he would fall off the table and pass out.
Later I would help him recover by reading to him from a book of Celtic mythology and feeding him Chicken McNuggets, which he liked because they sounded Irish and reminded him of his homeland and of times when his ancestors ruled the Irish countryside.
He would then ask me to pour some Guinness in his bowl and the whole thing would start over again.
Born 'Mr. Fuzzy Wuzzy Pumpkin', he later changed his name to 'Lord Killian' in an elaborate ceremony while his humans were on vacation. But everyone just calls him 'El Diablo.'
*Gaelic meaning of Killian: small but warlike
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