My dog, Cookie, she's old and it shows. Her whiskers have grayed, her coat's lost its luster and her eyes don't sparkle anymore due to her cataracts. I read somewhere that cataracts often appear to have a crushed ice appearance. I don't know but eye's being described as having a crushed iced appearance is incredibly disturbing to me. In addition to her impaired vision she's deaf in one ear. It's cute to yell for her from the kitchen and see her run into my room because my room is what she associates my voice with but at the same time excruciating to witness a deteriorating dog wander about. Since she is unable to articulate images and sounds she's forced to rely mostly on her sense of smell and touch. To show affection through playing catch is a lost cause and so is baby-talking her. She needs affection through attention to know she still serves a purpose and when she's deprived of that she shits in my room. I used to get furious after stepping on a hot one, barefooted, in the dark, and I used to scare some more brownies out of her to let her know but that's when I didn't understand the message she was trying to get across. The bitch has her tendencies as a bitch but I no longer find her shit as offensive as I used to. I now consider them message nuggets of love.
She turns 11 sometime this month. Forgive me for not knowing the actual date but it's ok because my mom knows. We usually buy her a new sweater for the winter and she usually likes them. You would think with all that fur on top of fat a sweater would render useless but again, she's got her tendencies as a bitch.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY COOKIE
