Our Old Dog
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Honor was being really patient with me. Actually, with Miss K, who was enjoying her pasta a little too much.
I was inspired for pictures like this one, from a book I read every time I go to the vet’s (it’s the vet’s book). It’s a small book of some excellent portraits of dogs, and the stories around them.
Honor is aging, faster than I imagined she would. She gets very upset with new people coming to the door; especially the letter carrier, but she really just wants some love. When this smart dog escapes from the yard, she wanders down the street; to get her back, we just have to call her, and she runs as fast as her little legs will carry her. This is the dog who had the Femoral Head Ostomy surgery for her dysplasia.
Now that we’ve moved our offices to the basement, and we spend a lot more time down there, Perrin comes down a lot, but Honor winds up trapped upstairs, because the stairs hurt her hips. I feel sorry for her; she’s always happy to see us when we come up for water or whatever. Generally, though, she sleeps on the pile of clean clothes in the papasan chair in the bedroom, or on the couch near the basement door, waiting for us to come play, pet, or most importantly, feed her.
