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Everywhere I go, people ask about my dogs and wonder why I haven’t written about them in a while.
To be perfectly honest, it’s because they’ve settled into a boring life.
They’ve reached senior status and pretty much lie around all the time. They are healthy dogs, just old.
Duke the corgi, who turned 9 last week, finds a soft spot and lies there until it’s time to go to bed. Often, that’s behind the couch where, from the little cave he’s formed for himself, he sometimes grumbles his displeasure at something I’ve done. He has more of a catlike attitude, expecting his human to serve him.
Boo the Labrador is 11 and slightly arthritic so his life consists of lying around as well, often as close to me as he can get. He has the opposite attitude of Duke and just wants to make sure his human is OK and loved.
So there it is, our life these days. It’s pretty boring.
Gone are the days of chasing Boo throughout the neighborhood in my pajamas because he wiggled out of his leash. And Duke has given up on being so demanding — for the most part anyway — and opts for finding a comfy spot to sleep.
The dogs have settled in for a more retired life. A while back, I caught them watching my favorite television show on my computer after I left the room.
The young, mischievous version of Boo still comes out at times when he steals my TV remote or a sock from the laundry basket. But instead of a great chase, he usually just lies on the bed until I finally discover he’s stolen it.
While I sometimes miss the occasional excitement, I like this stage. I can come home and relax on the couch with my giant Labrador at my side and enjoy a comfortable evening. Now, I just have to deal with the occasional slobbery, soggy sock.
In fact, they’ve both gotten to the point that sometimes you don’t even realize they are there.
They’ve gotten so used to our boring little daily routine that they remind me when we’ve altered it.
As I leave each day, I give them a treat. If I forget, Boo sits by the refrigerator and looks up to where I keep the treats and Duke blocks the back door and barks.
The morning routine always is the same — eat breakfast and go outside. If I change it up, they stand in the middle of the kitchen with confused looks on their faces.
I guess they’ve been around me so much, my obsessive compulsive tendencies have rubbed off on them.
So there you have it, my boring, elderly dogs with OCD who just lie around all the time.
But if paper rattles three rooms away, they are there like a flash to see if the magical rattling noise means they’ll get a treat. For that small moment, they are young dogs again, scurrying for a treat until they limp back to their comfortable life.
Becca Owsley can be reached at (270) 505-1741 or email@example.com.