Lacie will be fifteen on her next birthday.
She doesn't want to go for walks anymore. In fact, she won't even go outside at all, except to potty. No car rides, no sitting on the back porch. She wants to sleep in her bed all the time.
She is completely deaf, and going blind, and she has a talent for finding the most inconvenient spot in the house to sleep - where, of course, she won't move, not being able to hear. She especially like to sleep right in the middle of the narrow hallway, so no one can get around her.
She isn't grumpy or snappy at all, but she screams and cries and carries on like I'm murdering her when I groom her.
"We give dogs the time we can spare, the space we can spare and the love we can spare. And in return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever made" - M. Facklam
"We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams."- P.S. Beagle
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king." - J.R.R. Tolkien
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