Today is Petey's birthday. He is 15 years old. He is counting the days until he gets his learners' permit. LOL!
He's an old man in dog terms. He has grey hair and arthritis, but he still rules the household with a firm paw. He romps up and down the hall whenever he wants to. If he doesn't want to, he won't and no amount of coaxing helps.
He snuggles in any place warm and claims that territory for his own. He fights for his territory and he wins.
He begs shamelessly for bacon treats. Sometimes he'll lower himself to eat another flavor, but still has a clear preference for the bacon treats. Admittedly, we don't ration the bacon treats as we once did. We figure age has privileges.
Happy birthday to the old man. We're glad to have him with us.
Petey has claimed the recliner now as his own. John knows better than to fight it. Not only has he started napping on the love seat. He's been putting a blanket in the recliner. On Sunday he even moved Petey's stairs in front of the recliner. Of course, that could have been a defensive move on John's part. Petey hates those stairs. He's quite insulted by the thought the he might need help jumping on the furniture. 