Two old dogs

Just me and the dog. Not a great conversationalist. Not good at much anything but eating. Can barely move, since the back two legs only work some of the time. Today he has three times failed to make it to his "bathroom" after years of being pretty much in control of that situation. I am not a happy camper.

The dog seems to be going downhill fast. But he is not quitting. He still barks for dinner and treats. He still tries to get away when I try to pick him up. No longer chases after the squirrels and other dogs. But if he sees them, he will bark at them.

He is not my friend. He never brought me my slippers or newspaper. This has probably been caused at least in part by the fact that I have no slippers and the papers we get are bigger than the dog, but I don't see that as an excuse. His devotion to me is clearly the result of my slovenly eating habits and my over-generosity with the Scoobie Snacks.

It sounds crass, but I am coming to the belief that he needs to go to "the farm."