The SLD and I are the same age. She came as a pup to live with us in the Fall of 2005. So if you figure her age in dog years and mine just straight time, we are both approaching our mid fifties. Last week the STP took the SLD to the veterinarian because she has an irritated eye. I thought maybe it was infected, the Goob thought it might have something in it, and the STP thought she might be faking it for attention. The vet offered some ointment, some eye drops, and some pills and requested to see her back in a week. As an aside she also suggested that we should switch the SLD to a 'senior diet'.
I wished the STP hadn't telled me that.
Senior diet? Are you calling my dog OLD?!?!?!
Me to the STP: Did you tell her to shut her mouth?
I still thought of the SLD as a pup. She still loves to run and play. She still learns new tricks. But this week I noticed more white hair around her muzzle. She moves slower. She spends her evenings stretched out on the couch. (Okay, I had a few sad moments contemplating life without the SLD.)
And then this week I noticed the same things were true about me. I got my haircut and someone told me how good it looks in the back. Because of the...(I thought they were going to say 'curls')...silver.
I fall asleep earlier in the movie. My butt gets glued to the couch if I sit down after supper. And because my eyes are irritated by the Idaho smoke, I look sadly old when I look in the mirror.
The SLD goes back to the vet tomorrow.
Hopefully I will not need a rabies shot.
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