Old Dog
March 27th 2007 03:43
The old dog - just resting
Then he had a run in with a kangaroo which meant he is not as manly as he was – if you get my drift.- more stitches.
Yes he has had his adventures, but now all he craves is a decent feed, a soft bed, the occasional pat and company as he wanders up to the chook house for a look. And he gets all that and more. Now when the ute backs out, it backs to a big mound of dirt and waits – just long enough for the old dog to step onto the back rather than have to jump. Sometimes he gets an unprofessional massage when he is extra stiff, and he is allowed to hang around the shearers and get any tit-bits when they are eating.
We also tend to ignore the fact that on extra cold nights he has been known to pull open the back door and sneak in by the fire - evidenced only by a collection of black hair deposited on carpet. (He’s too clever to still be there when we get up!)
The fur’s not very shiny now, the paws are extra wide – a sign of arthritis in his joints, and getting moving in the morning is not as instant as it used to be. But there is still a cheeky smile and a tail to wag, and riding on the ute around the sheep with the wind in the ears still hold some joy.
So we will continue to grow older together.
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