Showing posts with label an old dog playing. Show all posts
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Saturday, March 4, 2017

Lady played, but Dixie? Not so much

LADY ROLLING JOYOUSLY IN A NEIGHBOR'S YARD.

You'd expect a two-plus year-old dog like Dixie to play now and then, but, most of the time, she doesn't. She ran a little bit yesterday when I put her out in the yard, and she might chew on something a bit.

 Sometimes, I'd stamp my foot, and Lady would happily run around me in intricate and erratic patterns. She was playing.

But while our Lady would run, play with toys, chew chewies, roll in the grass and dig in the yard, Dixie doesn't. She loves to roll on her back, but I wonder if that's just Dixie trying to get her harness off. When Lady rolled in the grass (or dirt), you could see true joy in her face and movements.

Maybe it's a beagle thing and a mutt thing. Lady, a mutt, loved to play; Dixie, a beagle, not so much.

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Friday, August 19, 2016

Worrying about my old dog

OUR FUZZY LADY LIKED COLD WEATHER
I had a real scare last winter, although some people might say I was being silly.

 First, our dog Lady drank a ton of water, lapping it over and over and over and... It seemed like her drinking lasted for several minutes.

 Then she ignored the food I'd given her and laid down on the floor in the living room. Finally, she got up and went downstairs to the basement. Presumably, I figured, she'd go outside through the dog door and do her business.

 But for more than two hours, she didn't come back upstairs, and I got worried. What was wrong with her?

 When my wife got up in the middle of the night, I told her about Lady, and we both went downstairs to look for her. I was afraid of what we'd find, since Lady IS a 15-year-old pooch.

 I opened the basement door, and Lady looked up at us innocently. It was like, "What's up? What's going on? Why are you both up?" She had just been enjoying the cool night air.

 No, I didn't feel like a fool. I felt major relief.

 She's lying beside my foot now and breathing heavily in sleep.

 And I'm just happy she's still with us.

NOTE: Lady passed on Sept. 17, 2016; that was just two weeks short of her unofficial 16th birthday. We got her Oct. 1, 2002.

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