Spent the day caring for a friend’s 16 year old Beagle dog. Senile and pugnacious he wanders around my garden every time finding it totally new and worth exploring. I’ve been lucky in catching him when he needs to piddle and taken him outside otherwise my carpets would be suffering. Now and again he thinks he’s a puppy and runs full pelt resulting in him falling over sideways with the legs still going. Interestingly he appears to get his act together when I put his food in the microwave. Like me, he’s way past his use-by date so we understand each other.
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