Thursday, September 17, 2015

the Rocking Chair : Dandy Promises Free Advice

the Rocking Chair : Dandy Promises Free Advice: Woof, Woof. I didn't intend to be away all summer, but nowadays, naps are taking a large part of my days. Besides, My Lady is keeping th...

Dandy Promises Free Advice


Woof, Woof. I didn't intend to be away all summer, but nowadays, naps are taking a large part of my days. Besides, My Lady is keeping the computer busy —at least she thinks she is. I wonder if she knows that staring at it doesn’t make it work.


I expect I’m a lucky dog. Two other ladies come in often, and I can depend on them for a lot of human chatter, treats, and nice cool water. Yep, I have my own water bottle in the refrigerator. My Lady kind of rolls her eyes about this, but she allows it. I think she vetoed ice cubes in my water bowl, but on really hot days my Sylvia Lady sneaks in a
 few.


With this kind of pampering I shouldn’t have any complaints—but I do. In fact I have a long list. And losing my eyesight  tops that list.  Almost as bothersome is my poor hearing. Loss of hearing is great at naptime, but it’s a real handicap when someone is yelling, “Treat time,” and I can’t decide where the voice is located.
There are other problems, like climbing doggie steps or taking
long walks, but I dealt with those problems real quick.  My Lady helped me make that last jump from my steps onto the bed several times, but being helped is a little embarrassing for a guy like me.  Shucks, I remember when I could jump from the floor to the bed in one easy leap. Anyway, the second time I tumbled to the floor from that top step  I walked away and never looked back.

 It didn’t take long to take care of that long walk situation, either.  I’m very determined (I like that word better than stubborn, don’t you?) so when I decided long walks were a thing of the past, I lay down and wouldn’t move. After my Lady discovered she was leading an empty harness, and I was relaxing back on the shady porch, that issue was settled. 

In case you're interested, I can make putting on a harness very difficult.

Well folks, if I get another chance to grab this computer, I’ll tell you more about what my vet calls “getting old.” It may happen to you someday, and how I’m coping may help you deal with it.

Woof!