Last night dad was teasing me as usual during my quiet time with mom – I think he does it because he’s jealous when her attention and affections are directed towards me and not him – and mom, as usual, came to my defense and told him to stop and leave me alone, but then she blurted out, “He’s old”. Hello!?! OK, I realize I’m far from being a kitten and I guess those middle age years have long since passed me by, but the years don’t take a toll on my spirit or my heart. I may not pounce after catnip filled toys, stalk straggly strings and leap carelessly from furniture anymore, but it does not mean my heart and soul can’t keep up. Like the Dee-Lite song goes, the groove is in the heart. I hear and feel the music and while my paws can’t keep up with the beat, nor can they learn new crazy dance steps, I am grooving 100% within my heart. I may be old, but I’m not down for the count!
Dashing Thru the Snow!
17 years ago
1 comment:
Nuno -
I hear you! One of our dear friends, Mindy - a lovely beagle of 13 years old, walks a little slow but baby - let me tell you, she can shake her butt with the best of them! She is one hot hound that I would mount any day of the week! (and twice on Sunday)
Your Mama is always telling my Mama to channel her "inner child" - so tell your Dad the same thing. Oh, and then quietly pee in his shoe (this is a little something I learned from my kid brother, Tobey).
Bob
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