Since I last took a notion to blog, we fur people in this house have all had a birthday. I am now 15 - that's really getting up there in human years! The pups are no longer pups as they had their first birthday. I see my youth in them and wonder ... was I as big a pain-in-the-ass as they are to me?
My human grandmother used to say, "Aging is not for sissies!" I know I am slower than I once was. I used to fly up those stairs. I don't fly anymore but I can still get up them to my paradise where Monkey Face (Re-Raise - the black one) and White Beans (Raise - the white one) are not allowed. I have found a way to play with them without them jumping at me and scaring me to death. I have a balcony in my paradise that overlooks the downstairs den. I can stand there and bark at them. They hate it because they can see me but they can't get to me. So I just prance and dance and bark at them. We three have a bark fest until one of our humans yells at us.
My humans, Blondie and Blue Eyes are not sissies either. I hear them say, "We can't turn back the clock so we may as well embrace it." So I have decided to embrace and enjoy these last chapters of my life. I get the best treats first and I know in my heart that I am the favorite.
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