My parent’s dog (and still my dog) is getting old.
Even in the past month he has started to show his age. Whenever anyone would walk in he would bark, jump off the couch and greet them. Now when I come in he stays at his perch and looks at me if only to say “oh it’s just you” . Last weekend we welcomed our first snow and who knew snow could have such an affect on a dog. You would have thought old Wilson was a puppy again. He was taking laps around the deck, eating snow off the ground and trying to catch snowflakes as they fell from the sky. All the running an jumping must have got to him because after 15 minutes he puked in the snow, looked at me to say “Did you see that? Who cares, now I feel better” and started running again. What a dog.