Written by the Crafty Canine
This morning I passed by a mirror and saw some gray hair on my face. It was under my chin too. I heard this happens to old dogs. Even young dogs.
I’ll tell you another thing that happened. My mother started giving me icky dog food. She said I was getting a little fat. The new me. Gray and fat.
I can’t always remember the commands she taught me either. Like the word stay. I’m not sure what that means, since I’m too slow to go anywhere very far now.
Have you heard people say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? That’s simply not true. Not for me anyway. Last week I learned how to balance a cheerio on my nose. It took me awhile to get it right, but now I’m pretty good at it. For an old dog, anyway.
Another trick? I hide in the car when my mother’s not looking. But these days it’s not as easy to jump in there. I’ve gotten pretty clumsy in my old age.
I hope she doesn’t give me away like my last family did. I couldn’t help it if I was getting bigger.
But she doesn’t seem to mind that I’m getting a little gray and a little fat. I know she loves me anyway. Except for that icky dog food.
