Sprinkled

My friend Robin wished me happy things to sprinkle on me for my birthday. It was a good day, had fun and got some great gifts and food. We all really know it's the gifts and food we like on our birthday, not the fact that we have just turned another year older. Naomi made me a killer chocolate cake. It was to die for!

Getting older wasn't so bad, until about 50. Then I began to feel the pendulum swing the other way. Sort of like when the dog runs up the plank to the apex and the plank swings down, only the running gets easier but the aging doesn't. It was then I realized that  I wouldn't live 50 more years. Sheesh! I am closer to the grave than ever, now! So really, it's all about the gifts. My friend Robin will be my age in just a couple of days. It was a good year to be born.

Ranger is sporting his cowboy scarf these days. We call him "Walker, Texas Ranger" with that scarf, and the cammo scarf makes him "Army Ranger" but no scarf makes him "Lone Ranger". But he really is just "stick dog". He started chewing on twigs as a puppy, graduated to sticks, then small branches and now is into logs. He shops in the wood pile for logs, brings them in and completely de-barks them on the floor. He still chews up sticks and ice plant between de-bark sessions and leaves all the millings on the floor. He's doing well in class. He's been on good behavior lately, here's to hoping it's going to be a permanent change. Naomi is teaching him to roll over. What a hoot! He's all legs when he rolls over. Looks sort of like stilts rolling over.