Rita’s last drops go in her eyes at 11:00 p.m. She’s already asleep and I have to wake her up to put the drops in. She’s such a sweet dog. There’s never a time that I put those drops in . . two different drops, three times a day, that I don’t think to myself how lucky we all are that we’re not having to do that to Speck. Even though he’s old and grumpy now, I’m not sure there was ever a time in his life that he would have allowed me to do that.
When I’m ready to turn out the lights, she’s sleeping on the sofa, and I tuck her in and tell her goodnight.
And then there’s old Speck on his big pillow . .
He thinks he’s all covered up and I’m not telling him anything different!
The other night Vince went to cover him up and I’m not sure what Speck was thinking but he snapped at Vince. I didn’t see it and I said “Maybe he just wanted you to pet him!” and then he jumped and growled. He is such a grump! It isn’t just because he’s old though . . he’s been a snippy little dog forever but he has gotten worse since he’s gotten older. I guess we all have.