A teenager.
Good grief.
Now, I’ve had teenaged dogs before, several of them in fact. (Yes, my
blessings run extraordinarily deep in this category. A heartfelt shout-out to
God for that one. Seriously. Thank You.)
Many people who have never experienced the teen years of dogs are under
the mistaken impression that these canines only grow slow, deaf and gray. And
while this might very well be the case from time to time, these are hardly the
defining terms to their golden years.
Old dogs are rich.
They are wise in the ways of the world.
If you’ve been lucky enough to have them by your side from those first
puppy years, by this point the old dogs know you better than you’ll ever know
yourself. Just look in their eyes and they’ll tell you.
Old dogs are cunning. They know what they want and they know how to get
it. There will be no outsmarting these vintage fur-faces.
New tricks? They can take them or leave them. It just depends on the
treat and the day.
Cats, squirrels, bunnies and all other furry annoyances are still well
in their sights. Blind? Please. At this point in their lives, they don’t need
to see you to eat you.
Old dogs are troublemakers and tricksters, who wield their seniority as
a weapon. “Yes, I may have piddled on the carpet over there. But I’m old and
incontinent. Be lucky I don’t choose to poop in your lap.”
And if any of you dear followers doubt me on these facts, may I remind
you of one thing… Be it canine or human, the teen years are one wild ass ride.
Hold on tight and enjoy.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe and the Birthday Girl Muse
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