I’m almost 14.   My people keep saying that is pretty old for a dog.

I admit I’m slowing down a bit.

Sometimes I get out to the yard and forget why I’m out there.

Then I pee on my foot.

Last  week I got lost in my yard.

I turned right around the pond instead of left and ended up by the big storage box.

I didn’t know where I was.

My person came to find me but I don’t hear much anymore so I didn’t know she was behind me.    When she touched me I jumped, but then I remembered her and I was glad she found me.

She gave me a cookie.   I still have my teeth and I love cookies.

I love to sleep.

I can’t really sit anymore because of my back and legs but I can lay down.  Waking up isn’t as much fun as it used to be.

Even though I can’t hear well, I can still bark.

That Dallas barks every time a bird farts and he gets me started because I don’t know it was just a bird fart.   I think maybe the garage door went up and I just didn’t hear it.   So he barks and I bark and our person says ” stop barking!” .

Maybe she should be telling the birds to stop farting.

I don’t see as well as I used to, especially at night.  When it is dark, I wait for Tara  to go outside.    I stay right beside her .  She is almost 12.  No spring chicken.

She doesn’t pee on her foot but sometimes I do if she doesn’t move fast enough.

Yesterday,someone pooped in the house.   I don’t remember who, could have been me.  Our person stepped in it.   I learned a new word.

Guess you can teach an old dog a new word.

My person says she loves me most of all.   She hugs and kisses me a lot.   I like to kiss her back.

I also like to eat rabbit poop.

It’s a great life.