sheeesh, bubba

we sometimes call happiness bubba... and sometimes bo... and sometimes bubbo-bo (it's a southern thing, must be)... and sometimes i call him pooper cuz he is a pooping machine... and he gets a sheesh tonight cuz he just woke me as in climbed on my legs and wouldn't go away... i left the patio door open for him like i did last night, but last night jackson was home so he slept with her and he's gotten too old to jump up on her bed so he sleeps on a pillow i bought him at the foot of her bed unless she helps him up on her bed... but when she is gone he gets so very needy he wakes me as if i am somehow going to take him to his momma or produce her out of thin air... poor old baby... i've got to wonder if he senses his end is coming soon... even if it's years away, he's definitely not the young pup he used to be... his hearing is almost gone... his vision is fading due to cataracts... his old bladder isn't as secure as it used to be and he pees blood whenever he urinates... he has kidney stones... and i know his old bones ache by the way he gets up and starts walking (once he's moving he's better) and by the way he reacts to being picked up...

but i really was sleeping sweetly here, bo...

short walk and here i am, awake...

ok, now some cuddling...

narf :}