Someone called me The Old Guy the other day. I'm not sure why. Mom said it was my white face but what does that have to do with being old? I run. I jump. I climb 3 flights of stairs at least twice per day. What's old?
There are some new young pups around here now. The crazy Chessie (now 8 months old and still peeing in the house) and lovely Zoe (the Great Dane mix that Mom says will sit on me later in her life unless I learn to be very nice to her...I think she's 3 months old). Both of them like the whole nibbling of lips, licking of ears, running in circles...just so, hmmm, childish? I get yelled at when I try to exert my influence...maybe my growl sounds worse than I mean it to.
I don't feel old. I'm not ready to be old. Maybe I should growl at the person that called me The Old Guy.
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