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I had a wake up call today, Baron's not as young as he used to be. I know it sounds strange and a bit childish, but I've raised him since he was a pup, trained his to heal, sit, jump, to run by my bike when I wasn't quite so fast and his knees weren't so worn. He just turned seven a week ago today and nothing seemed to be that different, but we just got back from a run (he's the best running partner a girl could ask for). I was planning about three miles, but today he was dragging himself after about half a mile. I took him home as soon as I noticed, but it just felt a bit weid seeing Baron like that.
It wasn't like it was just all of a sudden he's been slowing down for sometime now, but it just hit home today, when I felt like I could keep going forever, but he came home and collapsed on the rug fast asleep.He sleeps through when we come home from now; which is strange not having a bounding streak of fur to knock you over. (I never quite broke him of that--never really wanted to)
He's the first dog I've ever had--the only dog that was ever truly mine-- and I never really thought about him getting old before now. I mean he's still got years left in him, but in four years I'll be in college or trade school or something and I won't be there for him anymore. Now, I feel guilty for focusing so much on my school work that I haven't been spending nearly enough time with him beyond the usual walks and feeds that are just part of our routine. In elmentry school he was the topic of every essay that I got research papers (the history of the Whippet), persuasice essays (convincing people that Whippets were the perfect dog), Narratives (the Adventures of Baron the Super Dog). I even made a comic book series in Middle School about Baron being the leader of a elite animal fighting force with all three of our cats as sidekicks and my sister's yorkie as the evil villian.
He was and is the perfect first dog I could ever ask for. We connected instantly. I never wanted to see any other dogs except him. On the car trip home he fell asleep in my arm the whole ride home until he got carsick, but it was okay because we both got carsick. He was so patient with me when I was little and hyper. Even now he's seems so high strung to adults, but put him next to a toddler and he's the most gentle creature that there ever was.
I'll apologize for my completly off topic ramble, but I just has to write something down. This was really childish to write--it feels childish to write--people get old all the time and I'm writing about my dog...sorry. :(
It wasn't like it was just all of a sudden he's been slowing down for sometime now, but it just hit home today, when I felt like I could keep going forever, but he came home and collapsed on the rug fast asleep.He sleeps through when we come home from now; which is strange not having a bounding streak of fur to knock you over. (I never quite broke him of that--never really wanted to)
He's the first dog I've ever had--the only dog that was ever truly mine-- and I never really thought about him getting old before now. I mean he's still got years left in him, but in four years I'll be in college or trade school or something and I won't be there for him anymore. Now, I feel guilty for focusing so much on my school work that I haven't been spending nearly enough time with him beyond the usual walks and feeds that are just part of our routine. In elmentry school he was the topic of every essay that I got research papers (the history of the Whippet), persuasice essays (convincing people that Whippets were the perfect dog), Narratives (the Adventures of Baron the Super Dog). I even made a comic book series in Middle School about Baron being the leader of a elite animal fighting force with all three of our cats as sidekicks and my sister's yorkie as the evil villian.
He was and is the perfect first dog I could ever ask for. We connected instantly. I never wanted to see any other dogs except him. On the car trip home he fell asleep in my arm the whole ride home until he got carsick, but it was okay because we both got carsick. He was so patient with me when I was little and hyper. Even now he's seems so high strung to adults, but put him next to a toddler and he's the most gentle creature that there ever was.
I'll apologize for my completly off topic ramble, but I just has to write something down. This was really childish to write--it feels childish to write--people get old all the time and I'm writing about my dog...sorry. :(
