I've Still Got It, Baby

Sunday. Bronte Creek Provincial Park.

The human and I were on a leisurely stroll, walking by one of the park's wooden fences when...there it went.

A squirrel. Black. Brown tail.

Tearing along once of the fence lines.

Yeah, I am old and arthritic - but when faced with such temptation, there is only one acceptable response.

Run like hell and try to catch the squirrel (dragging your leash-bound human along behind you).

It ran left.

I ran left.

It ran right.

I ran right.

It stopped.

I stopped and stared at it.

It ran again, I ran again.

We're talkin' flat out running, my friends.

This happened not once on our walk, but twice.

Bliss.

The human turned to me after the hunt ended and said ' you are SO going to pay for this later '.

Ohhhhh, was she right.

The Hot Weather is Here. Ugh.

Not my favourite time of year. A thick, black coat of fur + 31 degree days = one tired, slow old German shepherd.

Hopefully, the human will take me for plenty of dips in the lake this week after work.

My tail still isn't functioning. I think I am wagging it, but nothing happens. Can't lift it up when I poo, either. I guess worse things could happen to me as I age, eh? I think the human is having a hard time adjusting to it. She tries to hide that from me...but I see all.

On Monday evening, we had a nice night. She sat on the balcony reading a book, and I laid by her feet, sometimes sniffing the air, sometimes napping. Very peaceful. I love my human.

I am 'Bear Dog'

The human and I went for an awesome walk at Cherry Hill Gate on Sunday. Perfect day - sunny, 16 degrees. The place was packed and usually we would both hate that. But not this time.

People were SO friendly. I was even nice to all of them. They loved petting me. Two separate women asked my human if I was a puppy. Seriously! I LOVE those women! More than one kid thought I was a wolf. One thought I was a bear. And two called me a 'bear dog'.

Yeah, that's right. I may fall on my poo now and then, but I am still a KICKASS bear dog.

We watched turtles sun themselves on logs, took a few breaks, visited with some baby geese.

I even kind of jumped up and over a large log.

Paid for it later Sunday night - but really, it was such a nice two hours filled with smells and sights and really great people and dogs, the pain was worth it.

Seriously?

I am SO getting old!

Yesterday, I assumed my poo position. Was in a great squat, and had JUST finished my poo when...my legs gave out.

Back I fell.

Right onto my poo.

I was, like, are you f'ing KIDDING me?

Killer German shepherds do NOT fall on their poo.

FML.

From now on, I will be more cautious when assuming the poo position and will ensure my old hips and back are well supported.

THAT can NOT happen again.