Im sitting in my favorite chair having my morning coffee, Dusty is a few feet away lying at the foot of the stairs. I can hear her stomach growling and although theres a bowl full of food there shes not interested. 13 years of kibble I wouldn’t be interested either. She’s actually biding her time because she knows I am an admitted dog indulger. When i core (a.k.a. Canoe) out my bagel shes bound to get the stuffing. I also buy liverwurst just for her and if we have run out liverwurst there will be a slice of cheese. She will also get a begging strip after our first walk.
Before you start with “thats not good...blah blah blah”. The old gal is doing just fine all things considered. Yeah shes got a condition with her larynx that causes her to wheeze - worse when its warm so we keep her in the a/c. She’s thin as she has always been. Yeah she is a bit banged up but of course so am I.
The Mrs and debate who has spoiled her worse. Ill secretly admit It is I.
Edit: This morning as we return from our morning walk we discover someone has messed with the front door lock setting and we are locked out. I bang on the door for 20 minutes finally I yell at the second floor window and I hear “what?” She comes down opens the door and says “that was you?’ Now I ask you if someone is banging on your front door, ringing the doorbell incessantly wouldn’t you investigate?
Good ole Dusty remained patient - she knew we would get in eventually and the bagel guts and a piece of cheese await.
Before you start with “thats not good...blah blah blah”. The old gal is doing just fine all things considered. Yeah shes got a condition with her larynx that causes her to wheeze - worse when its warm so we keep her in the a/c. She’s thin as she has always been. Yeah she is a bit banged up but of course so am I.
The Mrs and debate who has spoiled her worse. Ill secretly admit It is I.
Edit: This morning as we return from our morning walk we discover someone has messed with the front door lock setting and we are locked out. I bang on the door for 20 minutes finally I yell at the second floor window and I hear “what?” She comes down opens the door and says “that was you?’ Now I ask you if someone is banging on your front door, ringing the doorbell incessantly wouldn’t you investigate?
Good ole Dusty remained patient - she knew we would get in eventually and the bagel guts and a piece of cheese await.
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