The other day I was laying on the floor in front of the TV the way kids do. They sprawl all out and make the place look untidy. I dunno why I dunnit, but I did. Problem was that because the way the furniture is in the TV room, Macey had to climb over me to get to her bed we have set up for her in there.
Macey is a big dawg, 16, and her back legs are beginning to fail. She got halfway over and locked up or something. She just laid there and then heaved a big happy sigh…and went right to sleep. I was trapped. At my age laying on the floor too long buggers up my skeleton. A half hour as a dawg mat has crippled me for life. What made it the worst was that I couldn’t reach the remote and there was an SJW dyke-A-thon on Netflix. What should have been a good stretch turned into Wirecutter-grade FML moment.
Macey is not a cuddler like Mort is… but now that she’s older she is very clingy, and always under foot. K9 seniors can be a real pain in the arse, but you have to put up with it because all to suddenly…they’re gone and you’ll wish you’d loved them up when you had the chance.
My back is on fire…but it was worth it.