That's what Watcher hears me whisper to him occasionally.
He now opts to place himself a few feet in front of the electric fireplace when his joints and bones are complaining.
I watch him select how and where he will carefully place his feet when going up and down our 3 steps to the yard.
He is getting just a touch more impatient with both Ticket and Watcher when they are close to him. Most especially Henry, as Henry just blindly flails himself around, unable to take note of Watcher's discomfort.
His muzzle, ear and feet tip hairs are over taking the black ones. I tell him he looks distinguished, but to please stop growing old.
Since the weather has been nicer lately, and the fireplace is not turned on except at night when it's colder, he finds himself a sunbeam outside and drenches himself in the warmth of the au natural heat.
He has always been my velcro boy, but lately he has become my canyouputmeinyourpocket boy. He simply cannot sit closer/lay closer/spend enough time with me to suit him.
He is asking for more time alone with me. And I gladly give it to him.
Ticket senses Watcher's neediness now and only once challenged it. She tried to get in between us with her tom-boyish pushiness and he only had to lift his lip once, with no snarl, and she backed up and let him be. Very unlike her. Good girl Tick.
But poor Henry...he has never ever learned to properly read these guys, being blind does that to a dog. He still refuses to accept that Watcher does not appreciate or want a dog hug. He will go on forever having his dog crush on Watcher. Keep on keepin' on baby.
And Watcher, please stop growing old.
He now opts to place himself a few feet in front of the electric fireplace when his joints and bones are complaining.
I watch him select how and where he will carefully place his feet when going up and down our 3 steps to the yard.
He is getting just a touch more impatient with both Ticket and Watcher when they are close to him. Most especially Henry, as Henry just blindly flails himself around, unable to take note of Watcher's discomfort.
His muzzle, ear and feet tip hairs are over taking the black ones. I tell him he looks distinguished, but to please stop growing old.
Since the weather has been nicer lately, and the fireplace is not turned on except at night when it's colder, he finds himself a sunbeam outside and drenches himself in the warmth of the au natural heat.
He has always been my velcro boy, but lately he has become my canyouputmeinyourpocket boy. He simply cannot sit closer/lay closer/spend enough time with me to suit him.
He is asking for more time alone with me. And I gladly give it to him.
Ticket senses Watcher's neediness now and only once challenged it. She tried to get in between us with her tom-boyish pushiness and he only had to lift his lip once, with no snarl, and she backed up and let him be. Very unlike her. Good girl Tick.
But poor Henry...he has never ever learned to properly read these guys, being blind does that to a dog. He still refuses to accept that Watcher does not appreciate or want a dog hug. He will go on forever having his dog crush on Watcher. Keep on keepin' on baby.
And Watcher, please stop growing old.
Aaaw, I know how you feel. It's hard to watch them grow old. I think the same thing about my two, mostly Faydi, though...she'll be 9 in October. Hard to believe, but time does fly...
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When I think about Faydi being 9...that blows me away. Remembering her as a puppy sure takes me back. She sure was a troubled child!
ReplyDeleteAwwww Watcher.
ReplyDeleteLook at that face!
May any of that aging stuff cease this instant xoxo