Friends and family, I’m not going to sugar-coat this. I’m not doing so well. Today I heard my mom tell my dad that she thought I might be depressed. Oh, you think? Let’s review my situation:
1. My brother, sister and dad live elsewhere, which leaves me (most of the time) stuck with Mom. Need I say more? But I will….
2. I am 2, 467 years old. Okay, I’m exaggerating. But hey, at 113.4 dog years (16.2 in human years), I’m not far off.
3. It sucks to move any part of my body.
4. I am stuck (most of the time) with Mom. It deserves repeating.
However, my parents have discovered something in which I can take joy:
It’s braunschweiger. And I love it, especially if it’s topped with some bacon. Have you ever seen the movie Grumpy Old Men? I’ve turned into Grandpa Gustafson (Jack Lemmon’s dad). His diet consisted of bacon and beer. A great man.
I still enjoy sniffing a good toilet seat:
It’s the little things.
So, just like you, I’m hangin’ on. I love you!