Thursday, March 4, 2004

A Dog's Life

I have been away for a few days. Rather, I was here; my typing ability was away. I have two true, count on them no matter what, friends on this earth. But one of them bit me the other day. Of course, I am talking about my dogs. The one in question did not mean it. He is old and crabby and at the time, all wet from a rainstorm that he was not smart enough to come in from. You will have that with dogs. In the process of drying him off with a towel, I must have hit a sore spot. Normally, he gives plenty of warning that he would rather not be messed with, but that night, wham! Around he came and chomp, caught my hand. Clearly, he was immediately sorry as only dogs can be. If you have dogs, you know what I mean. Damage was done. Owwwww! Fortunately he is down to gums and worn teeth or things could have been ugly. Still, a bruise and a smallish hole were enough to prevent typing for a few days. Poor guy. Trip to the vet to see about old dog pain medication is set. If I had realized he was that bad I would have taken him sooner. Dogs do not complain, even when their people are smart enough to come in out of the rain, but too dumb to see what is right in front of them.