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I want to take a sec to tell you about my Old Gal Lizzard. (Her beautiful face can be seen in the image on the front page of this blog.)
She's had a bad weekend, and hasn't quite come out of it yet, and I'm getting scared. The rational side of me says that she is almost 15 and I should be ready for whatever comes along because it is inevitable and most likely around the corner. My heart screams that it isn't fair, that we've only been blessed with her since April of 2001 and it just isn't enough time.
Lizzard is stubborn. She wants to do everything herself, from walking up and down the stairs leading to the basement to careening off the sofa at night to "go to bed." She will balk if pulled or pushed in a direction she does not wish to go, and LOUDLY lets the other dogs know if they are in her way.
Lizzard is curious. Her diminished eyesight has led her to investigate her world with her mouth. I suppose it is a blessing to our furniture and SKIN that she had to have all of her teeth removed. She roars through life, unphased by her inablility to see and inadvertent collisions with furniture and people. Her motto is Get OUTTA my way, Old Lady coming through to investigate!!
Lizzard is affectionate...in her own way. She is not a snuggly dog unless she is cold. She is not a kissy dog unless you have food on your face. She will, however, curl up on the sofa next to you, occasionally looking up at you with those beautiful milky eyes...and then snort and put her head back down.
Lizzard is playful. When she is feeling good, Katy Bar The Door she's gonna play. She bounces around the den, playbowing and putting her mouth on everything withing snout range. She will toss toys up in the air and then look around frantically for them. She will head butt the other dogs and bark at them to join the fun.
Lizzard is mine...and I am hers...as long as she walks the same earth as I do, and beyond.
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