Sometimes when people get old they also get mean.
The same thing is true with dogs. My dog, George, was never exactly a congenial or cuddly fellow, but up until recently he was at least good for a hug or snuggle at the end of the day when he was very tired and ready for napping.
Not so much now. Today, he bit me.
I've had George since I was 12-years-old... I'm now 25. He's very old and has recently developed arthritis in his hind legs as well as a hearing impediment and some eye sight issues. He was angy with me today because I refused to give him a treat (dog biscuit) so he growled at me and bit me when I went to pet him. It was like he was trying to tell me something.
That something, I can only assume, was this:
"Fuck you bitch, I'm old, my legs don't work, I can't see or hear, it's fourty below out and you keep sending me outside to pee, I should have been dead two years ago but you keep me alive for your own selfish reasons, I have to take two pills a day, and, quite frankly, I'm getting sick of this shit. I asked you very nicely for a doggie biscuit and you responded by saying "no, it will spoil your dinner," and offered me a pat on the head instead? Por que, Theresa, pourquoi? I'm like 99-years-old in doggie years here - throw me a fucking bone!"
I still can't believe he bit me, but I think he's also getting a little senile...
I have included photos of me and George during better times. Before he got dementia. Soon I will put him down. If he bites me again, it will be with a sledge hammer.
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