Cosie's Plant

Auntie Diane picked out a plant for her garden to commemorate Cosie, and I helped her to plant it on Tuesday.

Swamp Dog

I went for a dip at the Royal Botanical Gardens and came out smelling like a swamp, according to the somewhat disgusted human.

My encore? Bog rolling. More swimming. And a nice walk through the marsh.

Swamp Dog is happy.

Then and Now

Hmmm. It appears I am getting old.

Seriously.

All of a sudden, I am slipping on the hardwood floors more. I trip on the stairs, am less confident going down hills, walking over bumps in the road. On Sunday, I dropped a liver treat right by my face, and damned if I could find it.

Yesterday, the human tried to pull me away from some goose crap (god, it was delicious) and my hind end gave out. When she pulled me, I fell and flipped right over onto my back.

I want to sleep more, too.

That being said, I still revel in a good puddle roll and post-roll wet dog run. I still like to eat toilet paper from the roll on the wall, and yesterday I chased a robin.

But I am definitely more cautious now. About almost everything.

I hear I am headed to the vet tomorrow, no doubt to step up pain management for my arthritis. The human knows she cannot make my body young again. She is accepting it, slowly. But I know she will help me to feel comfortable as my body continues to age.

sigh.