They're not exactly dancing with joy.
Love Annie's big stress yawn.
We had some snow overnight and this morning. Opal, 14 1/4 and often wobbly, was leaping and scooping up mouthfuls on tonight's walk.
Each of us handles grief differently. I too am in the "don't think about the details too much" camp.
ETA: For what it's worth, I've lost several dogs to kidney disease. A couple of them--one in particular--crashed quite suddenly. It may not be typical but it does happen.
Happy 12th Buddy!
You look fantastic! Love that you have two t's on while chomping your glorious cake.
My old ladies--Hildy (12), Toodles (13), and Opal (14)--welcome you to the 12+ club. They think you're very handsome.
BTDT Both the destruction and the surgery. I used to find myself stitching stitches rather than fabric. Eventually I ran out of steam/time and so there aren't any soft toys out now. There are a lot still in the box marked for repair.
The now-retired head of the dog school I attended told a story once about her dogs running to the kitchen when they heard a cheese single being unwrapped. She used cheese for training.
I guess the desire to play trumps appreciation of order. Daisy (and Minnie before her) loves to drop her ball in the pile, pile-driver it in, dig for it, cha-cha while waiting for the human to throw ...
Yes. I believe the caption was along the lines of, "Moob ober, Unca Bill." Was the pup's name Ginny? I've forgotten the woman's GT name, but I remember some wonderful posts about her hounds.
ETA: Both Grace and Guinness look a bit ... perturbed.