But she still has legs.
Arwen, “That Black-haired Beauty,” turned eleven on February 14th. That’s 77 years old give-or-take in human years. However, if you put a squirrel, rabbit. or groundhog in her path, she still takes off like a bat-out-of-hell. Still got some legs on her.
There’s a bit of white around the edges now — heck I have more than a bit of that myself.
She’s a bit creaky when she gets up from a nap — I’m glad I still manage to get up after a nap.
And she does take a few things a touch more easily than she used to. She recently manifested a new behavior (who said you can’t teach old dogs new tricks): On our typical one mile walk (down a verdant path by a canal), we head off until we reach the sewer cap just before the path opens onto a major highway. In the mornings, Arwen follows right along, goes to the end to see if we are going to extend the walk further to the left or across the highway, or circles the cap with Dad to head back for home. However, on the afternoon walk she has decided that the last 100 yards are a tad too much unless Dad IS going to make that turn to the east. So-o-o, she sits patiently up the trail and watches until Dad reaches the end, and waits patiently until he comes back. Interestingly, I can’t fool her either. If I step off the trail and pretend like I am going to go on, she just sits and waits until I show up again. This old girl has got some smarts too.
It’s nice to think about how much pleasure a dog (cat, etc.) can give us humans by just being themselves??? Life is pretty basic for them, but there is something there, too, that transcends instinct and needs. Sometimes I wonder why difficult people don’t get that. Most basically put, its called caring.
Have a great day.