You're a good girl, Tucker dog.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Tucker in October
It's hard to see our formerly exuberant black Lab, Tucker, at fourteen. Although she used to race off the end of our dock chasing a tennis ball for hours, a single circuit around the house now almost totally defeats her. Her muzzle is gray, her shiny black fur has lost its luster, and her eyes are milky and a bit confused. She's still the same sweet-tempered girl, but mostly, she sleeps.
Today, though, we caught her relaxing in the unkempt perennial garden at the front of our house. I imagine she likes it there--a bit out of sight and pressed up against the sun-warmed stone of the house, her nose in the rosemary. It's a good place for an old dog, and I'm glad these pleasures remain for her: warm sun, cool dirt, fragrant plant.
You're a good girl, Tucker dog.
You're a good girl, Tucker dog.
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