Little Brown Dog in the New Year

I’m an old lady. This year I will turn 15. In dog years that’s old. But most of the time you would not know I’m old.

I still have my same 22 pound girlish figure. I like to play hard with my Daddy. He is my person. I demand for him to snuggle with me. If he is sitting in the wrong room, I just herd him to the place I want him to sit with me. He rarely says no.

He takes me on walks, but I determine the route. He never knows how long or which direction I am going to take him, but I always bring him home.

I don’t care about other dogs I meet along our walk. Big or small, loud or quiet, I ignore them all. The only thing that is important to me is my Daddy.

I sleep longer and harder than I used to. My hearing is not what it used to be. Sometimes I have accidents in my sleep. I am sorry about those. I don’t mind the indignity of diapers, but Daddy is always hopeful I don’t need them.

I cry and cry when Mommy and Daddy leave me at home alone. Daddy gets a message from Alexa, “Dog crying, playing dog calming music.” Alexa should know that only thing that calms me is being with my humans.

I may still look like a puppy, but I am an old lady. I am going to do my best to keep loving my Daddy here on earth for a few more years, as long as he keeps letting me be in control. It may be the year of the horse, but in my house it is always the year of the dog.