Late…
It’s kinda funny. I had a post running around in my mind on Monday about how not great, but not bad my weekend session with Molly was. Then I noticed something when i got home from work; Simon is starting to grey around his muzzle. I’m not really sure when it happened. I’ve been carefully sorting through my pictures trying to pinpoint when it really started, but truth is i’m a horrible photographer. Tragic. Since i talk about Molly a lot… here is Simon.
He’s five. It’s not like he’s an old dog or in poor physical condition. Just the opposite; he’s a tank. He’s 23 1/2″ tall and about 65lbs. Where some peoples dogs have sensitive stomachs, I have Simon. A dog that recently started watching me harvest nuts from the trees in our yard and has now taken to hulling and knawing the meat out of the dropped walnuts and cracking open the dropped hazelnuts. We had to negotiate a separation of the blackberry bushes in the yard a few years back. What is above his shoulders is mine. The rest is his.
Not that he eats everything. He’s picky as 4 legged stomachs go. He doesn’t eat non-food items like rocks or spoiled meat and such. He doesn’t like broccoli, but i’m not sure if it is a texture or taste issue. The cauliflower didn’t go over well either.
He does love biscuit day. What is there to not like about beef bacon and cheese scraps?
I suppose i’m just not ready to deal with the idea of his mortality. Not that I had the delusion that he’d live forever, but it was very easy to just not deal with it at all. If I decide not to recognize it, does it really exist? Oh well, either way he’s fine and in good health. We’ll be thankful for that. Besides, with some of that added merle has come some maturity. Finally.
I wonder if Just for Men would cover?
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