The humans took me to the vet today. I didn’t want to go at first, but I finally got into the car.
The vet gave me something nice and I felt so relaxed and at peace. My humans were good to me, but I can finally rest easy now. No more pain and no more struggles. I hope they will be okay without me.
The woman had to carry me to the couch the other day. I fell in the kitchen and I could not stand back up. I tried and tried but my legs would not work properly.
I was so humiliated to be carried like a helpless puppy! But I am grateful she took me to the couch- what kind of dog wallows around on the kitchen floor?
The humans are playing dirty tricks. They are moving things so I am always tripping over them and falling down. I think Beans is in on it. She never trips and falls.
Obviously I have failed in my vigilance- the humans are besting me and making me look foolish. Sometimes they say things like “Poor old girl” and “Hey Lucy, are you alright?” when they’ve tripped me but I know their sympathy is a mockery.
It is a cruel joke to play on an old dog.
They fed us poison again. Poison in the form of little brown pebbles. I refused to eat it, wanting to continue to prolong my life, at least for a bit more. The puppy, Beans, she ate all of it and rapidly too. I’m not sure how she continues to endure- perhaps it is because she is truly a “garbage guts” dog.
When she was a very small puppy, the humans called her a garbage dog. She swallowed all things that fit into her mouth, food and otherwise. And still today, she eats this poison with no ill effects. It is a mystery how it does not effect her.
My disappointment continues.
The mail carrier has come by multiple times, but he has failed to pay off his debts. This worries me because he still expects to be allowed to take part in our underground gambling ring, and we are getting low on biscuits.
The time to act is coming on us quickly, and I will have to devise a plan to make him pay up. In the meantime, I will be telling him exactly what I think when he comes by.
I may be old, but my bark is still fierce!
The woman, she is not my mother, rather my step-mother, insists we play a game called booper snoot. In this game, I am made most undignified until a few minutes of time have passed and she relinquishes the game.
Booper snoot is clearly a game meant for puppies. It is not for those as dignified as I am.
I waited for the human who brings packages to come by so I could collect on his gambling debt, but he never showed up. My people said today was Sunday, and I would have to wait until tomorrow to give ’em hell.
The package bringer owes Beans and I quite a bit of money though and I want to collect on it to purchase canned food, and more biscuits.
So much disappointment in this lifetime.