Our old dog

This is our Sami. She used to be all black except for a white blaze on her chest. She's 17 years old, the same age as our daughter, but much, much older in dog years. The picture was taken last summer. She doesn't go out for walks in the park anymore because she's blind, deaf, diabetic, and just plain decrepit, but she still enjoys eating, sleeping, and occasionally getting her tummy rubbed.

She is no longer particularly housebroken. She remembers to go out about one time in ten, so we've put down heavy gauge plastic sheeting over the carpets and covered those with old bath towels. When she makes a mistake, the towel goes into the laundry and the plastic gets spritzed with cleanser. We do lots of laundry and lots of spritzing. And our house looks like a house with rumpled plastic sheeting and frayed, mismatched bath towels over the carpets could be expected to look. But we love our old dog.

Comments

[JWebb]

And your old dog Sami loves you right back. You're very lucky to have each other.

[gail]

We think so. She's been a good friend to us for seventeen years. This is the least we can do for her.

[Scott P]

We loves us the Sami and Charley. And we miss Tasha.

[Julie]

I know exactly what you mean. We pamper Hankie as much as possible every day. He is held SO much that it's ridiculous.

We love your doggies.