Wednesday, April 22, 2015
I hate to say it, but there were times in the last year - hell, in the last 3 months - that I wondered if the boy would make it to 13.
I don't mean to sound morbid and you know I love the bugger. Pete is better than he was two months ago, but I don't think he has fully rebounded, and I dare say, he might not be back to that level of health.
Those inhaler treatments are probably now for life.
The old man is still spry. Most days, he still has a great spring in his step. He's still stubborn. Still smart as a whip - when he chooses to be. Still as handsome as any pooch out there.
Cuteness lets one get away with a lot.
The other day he was in the kitchen alone.....for too long. I'm smart enough to move anything out of his reach, but still. The cooked beef was at the back of the stove, still he tried. But his big paw must have turned on one of the burners - and at full capacity. Ruckiry (not Jon's boss), it was a back burner, so he was in no danger of burning himself. And ruckiry (njb), he lit the burner too. It could have been worse had he just started the gas part without igniting for flame.
Still, we are extremely happy to have him with us. I talked about the Cattle dog a week ago, but I don't think we'll probably make that move just yet. Petey is enough for us. Some days he's too much for us, but we love him just the same.
Just because, maybe I'll make him a hamburger (no bun) for dinner. If it's nice, maybe I'll take him to the park for a long walk with 4,029.827 smells.
It seems like he's earned that. He is after all, 91.
Here's the little man at 9 weeks old......with an unfortunate looking man holding him. Yikes.
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