Yay, Andi! You deserve it.

Bless the old doggies, every one.

Yikes, brenda.

And yay, Andi! Nice call.

Part of me would love to have a puppy next time, but most of me wants to adopt all the senior dogs.

I feel the same way about my next cat, Amy.

Amy, why have I never seen pics of Franny? This is surely a gross oversight and must be corrected at once.

Frankie is about 8 1/2. He' s definitely gotten gray around the muzzle and some on his paws. He sleeps a lot, but always was a kind of a lazy pup. No medical issues yet. I'm counting on his relatively small size (35 lbs) and mutt genes to keep him healthy a long time.

Dana, some Benedryl might help with the napping sitch. Just a thought.

I have Franny pictures on Facebook! She's such a sweetie.

70 lb boxer/pit! Oh, she sounds adorable. I well know that getting in the way of a strong wagging tail feeling -not Walter, but his friend Floyd.

I don't know if I can get another dog after Walter, he's been remarkably easy his whole life. OTOH, I don't know if I want to be dogless. And then the whole puppy or older dog question. Future -t's problem, a long way off I hope.

I've adopted three adult cats over the years. My friend Floyd, bless his heart, gave me no trouble at all. He was really grateful to be taken in.

Grace was a terrible bitch at first and I remember posting about her progress with me. Beverly even suggested her name. She calmed down and relaxed eventually and spent her last hours on this good earth lying on my lap, gazing at my face with her beautiful eyes.

Ellie walked up to my door during freezing cold weather, which we never used to have in Hayward. She sat on the porch and made friends with all the cats (except Grace, of course). I really didn't want to have six cats, but I made an exception for her and we are so glad we did. Her putting us to bed service has been just one reason she is awesome. Today she is only one cat away from being the oldest.

Adopt old pets. They are nice.

Edited because someone else remembers Friend Floyd.

Our old man, Truman, is the sweetest elderly dude imaginable. He has arthritis and doesn't like his evening walk, but if he doesn't have the walk, he gets up in the middle of the night to go out. The last few nights, he has taken to veering into the bedroom and going to his bed on his way to the backyard. He doesn't lie down, he just sits on it with his back to the door. Yeah, dude, you're not fooling anyone.

So, as a society, we're still doing that 5-day workweek thing? Disappointing.

It's too soon, I assume, for the arthritis pills to be doing any good, but Walter is already pretty stoked about the treats I wrap them in. He got a whole burger yesterday to make up for the indignity of the trip to the vet, and peanut butter this morning. The prescription flea preventative that supposedly is like a treat he dropped behind his food dish. Will try again tonight (has to be taken on a full stomach, so waiting until I actually see him eat) Will wrap in cheese if necessary. That's a $60 morsel you are trying not to eat, dog!