July 11, 2011
Bogie's looking distinguished
Bogie and I look at each other; I notice the grey in his eyebrows, his muzzle, frosting the tips of his ears. I wonder if he notices the grey in my fur. Bogie is almost 11 years old, a canine senior citizen, which fills me with a sense of dread at the thought of life without the happy hound, his mortality reminding me of my own.
When he spotted me that fateful day at the animal shelter, neither of us had any grey; now, we're both looking (ahem) distinguished. For an oldtimer, Bogie's still remarkably spry, leaping into the air and racing around the backyard, albeit without Roscoe's seemingly endless energy.
Bogie may not have Roscoe's stamina, but he's not afraid to take the (play) fight to the puppy. It's funny to watch Roscoe push, nip and bark at Bogie -- until the older dog decides to remind the younger dog who's boss.
Posted by Mike Lief at July 11, 2011 07:10 AM
Our dogs' destinies are to remind us of the future, and of our opportunity to enjoy today with mindless joy.
Posted by: The Little Coach at July 11, 2011 07:24 PM
I was going to leave my own comment but I'll just ditto the one by Mr. "Little Coach". I couldn't say it better than him.
Posted by: Carl at July 17, 2011 10:30 AM