One Tough Puppy
Zoe was 12 May 20th. For some dogs being 12 is old but for others that number means little in regards to health and vigor. The dog-perts tell us Zoe's lucky to live as long as she has. If you look at human years into dog time 12 makes 84 dog years. I should be so lucky.
Zoe will no longer tolerate the monthly visit to see the groomer. Wifey takes up the slack. Zoe wiggles, squirms, sometimes snapping at the Wife and protesting loudly that in no way does she want to be bathed, combed and cut.
The dog-perts still maintain the position we should put our girl Zoe down. After several days of non stop growling, yipping, yapping we come close to agreeing with that opinion and begin to step in the direction ofputting her down....then Zoe has one or more fantastic days. She's like a 8 year old again....perky, cognizant, playful, running around with her tail up instead of down. Oh, we think. Maybe it's not time. Or, maybe Zoe senses what might be coming and thinks, I'd better shape up here or else.
The vet says we'll know when it's time. Whatever time it is, it's not yet Zoe's time.