It's sad that your best friend has such a short life on this earth.A month or ago I came across a dog article and it said the longest a pooch has lived is 21 years and two months. One night while tossing and turning in bed I wondered about life expectansies of the canines. The average age for the longest was 15 years. The shortest like span might have been the St. Bernard; five years. It's probably because they slug down so much brndy. Smaller dogs live longer and the biggies live the least. My boy, a Cairn Terrier, averages 14. It's still not enough for me.
The Queen and I were in agreement a couple of days ago that Charlie needed a bath. Yesterday evening around 7 I was lying on the couch and my pal was on the floor. You know who came into the man cave and said, "C'mon, Charlie, let's have a bath". Before a person could say 'dog treat' he was up on the couch next to me as tight as could be with his head on my shoulder. Evidently. I'm the great protector when the evil witch makes a command.
Then I got up and said, "bath time". The king of the condo sprinted toward the top of the bedroom stairs. I figured I could get him down with a treat. I figured incorrectly. As I hit the third step he was off again and went into our room and up onto our bed. I was laughing when he hid under the covers motionless. Of course I started asking, "Where's Charlie" but there wasn't a movement to be seen. Finally, I pulled back the covers, picked him up and down to the auxillary sink we went. He'd given up and stood silently still while being bathed.
I'm sure when his day comes and forever after I'll think of my pal and how he tried to escape. He's like a 3 year old child. And you wonder why I take so many pictures.
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