Well here I am once more seeking to justify my lack of blog entries over the last few weeks. I cannot excuse myself from my inability to blog more often, I am merely becoming older and those things that took a short time a while back now seem to be taking longer. You know the sort of thing, going upstairs, eating breakfast, climbing into one of my eleven beds (I have to share some of them with Lenny!) and bimbling around the garden amongst others.
In any case there hasn’t been a great deal happening apart from meeting up with Smudgey & Ted and their parents of course for a stroll around Stanmer park before they went off for a life affirming sojourn to European pastures. I did manage to pull like a freight train around Stanmer Park dragging mum behind me. I am not sure whether the muttering was directed at me or if it was complimentary. I was too busy pulling, snorting and trying to breath in every scent and sight as well as letting everyone else know I was there.
Back home for a few weeks it seems that Lenny and I have to be subjected to something called “watching the parents work and being quiet”. We can adequately achieve one of those goals but doing both at the same time is often beyond our capacity. It appears that this “work” they do allows us to be kept in the comfort we deserve and require so we aren’t allowed to complain too loudly.
I was in the garden last week for a pre bed time wander with Lenny. We are allowed out so we can do what we need to do and then we are forced to laze about in our beds (he has a cave bed befitting a vampiric being) all night. I have the unfortunate trait of getting acid reflux so I need to eat small amounts regularly through the day and night so constant sleep for everyone is a little unusual to be honest. When I wake up I tend to wake up Lenny and then we work our canine magic on mum who dishes out the treats. This can happen 3-4 times a night so we’ve got used to seeing the parents wake up and stagger around looking like zombies from a B-Movie in the morning. Anyway back to the garden and pre bed strolling. Dad accompanies us outside on these occasions and he was watching me to make sure I “behave”. He shone the torch toward me, I looked up at him and he felt very sad to see that my eyes had greyed over, and my coat glistened all white in the torch light. I wandered back and got some tickles but I could feel the sadness in his fingers as he stroked my ears. The realisation had hit him that I am an old fella now. As I lolloped (look it up) upstairs to bed I could hear him sighing behind me.
This picture was taken when we were allegedly plotting chicanery and shenanigans. Mum saw it and felt so sad because she said I look so old. I’m thirteen and a half apparently, I am a bit shaky when I am trying to relax, if I exert myself when walking then my legs start shaking and I have to approach the leap onto the sofa or chair as a leap of faith. I am on some pills to try and stop me aching so much and sometimes they work. I still grumble quite a bit when I am getting belly rubs.
I’m not sure about this growing old malarkey but I will approach it with my usual aplomb and lack of complaint.
Dexter 
Don’t apologize, Dexter. It’s impressive you can blog at all without opposable thumbs! I’m impressed.
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Thanks. I sometimes get my scribe to put my woofs into words. I always need to check what’s written though. These pesky parents are always up to no good.
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🐾 My human can’t type fast enough to keep up with me. Your pal, Teddy T. Dog
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Oh Dexter it comes to us all but with that wisdom and peace and getting away with more stuff.Woof to Dex and Lenny.
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I like the bit about wisdom, maybe someone could tell my parents that I am wise. They seem to think I am silly for most of the things I get up to.
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Hang in their Dex! I am well aware of senior-itis- complicated by muscle issues. Growing old isn’t for the faint hearted. And I must say, you look great! arooo!
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Thank you. I try to keep myself in shape as I know there is always a little brother just waiting to pounce on my neck for some shenanigans.
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Aww reading this made mum all leaky eyed… Miss Teagan only went OTRB at the end of April, after a year or so of being an elderly pup and then another year or so of being a buggy dog, taken out hourly for a wee or poo, even through the night, and on librela and tablets to make her joints more comfortable. The B-Movie Zombie look was something mum was well acquainted with too!
She says growing old is no fun at all but we are still loved to bits even when do silly stuff and can’t hear or see much.
Anyway, I’m Dolly and I’ve taken over Miss Teagan’s blog but mum still hasn’t done a post to make an official announcement and start blogging for me. She says being a puppy mum and working means she’s too busy. Work will have to go… so I’m working on that!
We do love reading your blogs though.. I noted that you say you have eleven beds. Eleven? I am being deprived… I currently have a huge Orvis bed in mum’s office, another huge Orvis bed in the kitchen along with my crate, an anxiety bed, a tough chew plastic bed and a small puppy bed. Oh and a chair. I need to work on beds as well!
Woofs & new toothy bites, Dolly xxx
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Well hello Dolly (there’s a song in there somewhere) glad to hear you’re settling in and finding your paws. I know I can’t avoid being older and more wibbly wobbly. I just see the sadness in the parents faces when they see me struggle to do things (usually stupid) that I used to do with aplomb.
I have to share some of my beds with Lenny so they are “ours” I suppose. He has two cave beds that I do not dare go into and he’s not allowed on my night time sleeping bed(s) either. We have sofas and chairs as well. Its a hard life.
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As Bette Davis famously said “Old age ain’t no place for sissies”. I wish you courage and plain old cussedness in dealing with it.
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I shall follow the excellent advice and be as cussed as I can possibly be. I have no intention of growing old gracefully. There is no fun in that, after all.
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Aww Sir Dex, it’s hard managing this old age business, but when you look as good as you, well! That’s the benchmark for me. My beautiful Tilly is greying around the muzzle now, but I say it gives her that ‘old English professor ‘ look full of knowledge … unfortunately she is as daft as a brush which is just how we love her…take care Sir Dex xxxx ps, love to Lenny xx
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I get told I am snowy, blond and distinguished. Not all at the same time you understand. Tilly can grow older disgracefully, as I know she is surrounded by love and forgiveness for all those things she will do in the future.
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