Merci: Yes, those were the days. I was young, lovely and bursting with energy. Yesterday Buddy and I didn't even want to go for a walk when Jan took down the leashes, so we stayed home.
Buddy: Getting old isn't much fun, is it? I hate to miss a walk but nowadays when the rain threatens, so do my aches and pains.
Merci: I can't believe that picture was taken in 2003.
Rusty: None of us were born yet.
Merci: That's it. Make me feel really old!
Rusty: What I meant was I enjoy seeing these old photos of you.
Merci: Just because I'm older than you doesn't mean I'm OLD!
Buddy: Way to go, Rusty. Tick her off and see that little Merci spirit explode.
Merci: Little? Did you just call me little?
Rusty: Looks like I have company in the doghouse, Buddy.
Buddy: I didn't mean little little. I just meant smaller than we male dogs.
Rusty: What Buddy meant is that you are a smaller keg of dynamite than we guys.
Buddy: Yes, you're still full of spirit. It just takes longer to wind it up.
Merci: You're right. I think I'll go grab a nap. Maybe then I can remember where I left my windup key.
Buddy: Mine is missing too. I guess when we reach a certain age, we have to expect to start losing things. The first to go must be the windup key.
Rusty: No, the first to go is the memory.
Merci: Oh, yes. I forgot.
|Cover picture used with permission|
Percy: We posted our first Mousebreath interview in quite a while today. It's with Jaimi Ilama from Open Door Publishing (a nonprofit) who wrote "The Upstairs Cat".
Cyndi: We hope you will go by Mousebreath to read Jaimi Ilama and The Upstairs Cat.
We are joining the Pet Parade blog hop with hosts Rascal and Rocco, Bionic Basil, Barking From the Bayou and Owned by a Husky.