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Friday, April 30, 2010
Reincarnation
I've decided if there is such a thing and if you have to come back as an animal, I want to come back as one of my dogs--specifically Wiggles. Gosh.....he has such a great life. I just walked into the den for something and he was all snuggled up in one of the dog beds, on a fluffy old freshly laundered duvet, snoozing so hard he was dreaming. When he dreams, his feet twitch sometimes like maybe he's running and occasionally he'll yip in his sleep. I threw one of his fleece blankets over him just to take any chill off since those old bones are...well...old, and I think he has some arthritis. Jeeze...who doesn't these days but that's another story. He won't sleep too long before he's up to go out his puppy door to the backyard. If you think his bones are old, you can just imagine his bladder-- and since it's super windy, even though he's deaf, he feels stuff moving ( I guess) and feels like he needs to warn somebody that he's feeling noises. Sis?? Nah. Unless it's something really exciting, she's not gonna move an inch and she's racked out in the other bed, near the back door, so the sun can shine in on her and toast her all up.
Wiggles gets his medicine wrapped in cheese everyday--he's a 2% milk American cheese man and because he gets some, Sis gets a bite also. Then his food gets water added to it and is popped into the microwave to heat it up so the crunchy stuff will get soft. Then the water gets poured off and he can chew it better. At almost 16, he's not sportin' a whole lot of teeth so we gotta do what we gotta do, to help him out a little. He eats twice a day but gets snacks whenever he wants from certain people who will remain nameless to protect their identity. Wiggles has earned the right to tell me yes or no when it comes to taking a walk and if he doesn't want to, he's not going.
He's also a big toast fan--with butter and jelly. Anything fairly sweet and he's on board. Watching that long tongue try to lick out the last of the yogurt from the container is really fun. He gets a little right across the end of his nose and just leaves it, until the end. One last tongue swipe and it's gone. He may be old, short on teeth, deaf, and somewhat demented but he's still #1 in my book. And his life's not too shabby either.
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