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.