The MC Dogs
The Boy and I love animals. Dogs in particular. When his sister and her hubby went out of town the other day, they asked us to dog sit until Sunday. We readily agreed. We don't mind helping them out, and we love their dogs. But good Lord are they a lot of work.
Two bulldogs, both living on borrowed time. :) One is 11, one is 13. Some one told me the average life span of a bull dog is 8-9 years. I don't know how these dogs lasted it this long. The 11 year old is mostly blind and mostly deaf, and the 13 year old has severe arthritis in her little doggie hips. She literally cannot go down stairs. The Boy must lift her up and carry her up and down to the backyard. She tries to do this little frog hop up and down the steps, but mostly she starts to slip and gets scared.
And she's no little woman. I mean, her name is Chubbi. The other is Moose. This should tell you something about their size. They're short, and very very squat.
And they leave us presents. Big puddles, or big brown stinkies. One time I came downstairs in the dark to get a drink..read: BARE FEET. It was nasty. They had stepped in it, I stepped in it. Ew Ew EW00.
I've always felt for the bulldog. They're so friendly and sweet, but as a breed, they really got the short end of the stick. No neck, no tail, no nose, no legs. Just bulk. And a sweet disposition with an ugly face. So they're eye level with children whom they'd probably love to play with, but if I came face to face with those wrinkles and sags, I'd run screaming.
But these specimens are particularly pitiful. But not only do they have all these things to deal with, they have arthritis, vision, and hearing problems. They take more medications than my grandman (in dog years, they are probably older than her). How are they alive????
Two bulldogs, both living on borrowed time. :) One is 11, one is 13. Some one told me the average life span of a bull dog is 8-9 years. I don't know how these dogs lasted it this long. The 11 year old is mostly blind and mostly deaf, and the 13 year old has severe arthritis in her little doggie hips. She literally cannot go down stairs. The Boy must lift her up and carry her up and down to the backyard. She tries to do this little frog hop up and down the steps, but mostly she starts to slip and gets scared.
And she's no little woman. I mean, her name is Chubbi. The other is Moose. This should tell you something about their size. They're short, and very very squat.
And they leave us presents. Big puddles, or big brown stinkies. One time I came downstairs in the dark to get a drink..read: BARE FEET. It was nasty. They had stepped in it, I stepped in it. Ew Ew EW00.
I've always felt for the bulldog. They're so friendly and sweet, but as a breed, they really got the short end of the stick. No neck, no tail, no nose, no legs. Just bulk. And a sweet disposition with an ugly face. So they're eye level with children whom they'd probably love to play with, but if I came face to face with those wrinkles and sags, I'd run screaming.
But these specimens are particularly pitiful. But not only do they have all these things to deal with, they have arthritis, vision, and hearing problems. They take more medications than my grandman (in dog years, they are probably older than her). How are they alive????
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