Heck, I am a big 115 lbs. lab so it would have to be big. And I feel obligated to use it since they paid all that money and it takes up so much space in the room! Oh, it is not because my bones are sore so don’t feel sorry for me. I don't have arthritis or anything. I think it makes them feel better when I lay on it. When I do they always tell me I am a good boy. An added bonus to me is it is harder to jump up on the bed anymore. I sometimes can't make it up there and fall off and hurt myself. Also, if I lay on the wood floors, my dang legs will stiffen up on me. I will go to stand up and they will sometimes give out or make me limp when I walk like I am some old homeless man. Geez, you should see my mom react, she sounds like she is going to have a coronary!
Nonetheless, I have been taking a lot of meds this year. I want to stay well more often this year and not have so many issues. I get tired of having problems and not feeling as well. The folks, they worry too much about me. Yep, this will be a better year for me, I hope so.
Secondly, their interest is to see them. They no longer get their feelings hurt by this. Soon enough, they will get the attention, after I am out of the spotlight. It is just a matter of waiting their turn.
However, some guests feel I must be patient and not be treated as a celebrity. These guests insist I be ignored. Only when I do the same to them will they acknowledge my presence. I am learning this game. See, old dogs can learn new tricks!
Nowadays, I don’t have the stamina to run. For some reason, I see a sadness in Dad’s eyes when I just walk over resigned to ear cleaning with no spunk in my step. I would think he would be overjoyed there is no chase involved.
Oh well, I was only allowed, from that visit on, solo play. The girls loss, I got play time with a trainer to myself and love it. Christmas this year, my mom was told, it was fine to book me back with group play. But, how sad, my mom told them, because I have so much trouble anymore with my back leg, I would need to remain permanently in solo play anyways. Life can be cruel. Now I will never be able to play in group play at doggie camp. I don’t know who was more hurt by that call, me or Mom. Doggone it anyways but hey, I guess I am too tired to hump all the girls that want me to be their man.