My Elbow Dysplasia: Better on Cold Days
I don’t want to face it, but I’m slowing down. Dad doesn’t take me on the long runs any longer. He takes me on the short ones, however. On my way home and up the big hill, he says I’m practically...
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I’m hanging around my bed. Mom says, “Joey. Come, Jo Jo.” I look at her, and she again says, “Jo Jo. Come.“ Is there a reason I want to go there? It’s Mom, that’s a pretty good reason. And she’s...
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When Dogs (like me) Slip and Slide on Stairs
My parents noticed it a few times. They noticed when I tried to jump up on the bed my rear feet lost their footing on the flooring, and I slipped. I tried to make nothing of it, and to make another...
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my final run?
I don’t think about it, actually. In the mornings when I’m out walking with Dad, and I’m not clipped to my lead, I really enjoy a quick trot. Maybe a quick dash from tree to tree. It’s joyous. In...
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