old dogs are the new black.
this is the third “old dog” book i’ve read in the past year or so, along with Dogs with Old Man Faces: Portraits of Crotchety Canines and Dog Years: Faithful Friends, Then & Now, and i still have My Old Dog: Rescued Pets with Remarkable Second Acts on my to-read list.
this was my final book of 2015, which i read on new year’s eve because my book-ocd required me to end my reading challenge on an even number. 279 is ugly and jaggedy, 280 is soft and huggable.
and i’m looking at these noble old pooches with their whitened muzzles
and filmed-over (or extracted) eyes
and the year is ticking out its final hours and i’m sitting there quietly drinking booze and reading these stories by the dogs’ owners reminiscing about their long journeys together over the years; their dog’s temperaments, where they were rescued, and how their faithful friends are slowing down now with age, AND I GOT ALL MISTY!!!
and i don’t know why!! i don’t even have a dog right now, old or otherwise, and my cat is immortal and will never age a day and is going be my special girl forever, but regardless, i was all AWWWWW OLD DOGS!!! drip drip leak
but can you blame me? all these beautiful smelly old boys and girls with their sweet soulful eyes.
i mean – look at that. there is nothing those eyes have not seen.
and all those little old cuties whose teeth have fallen out over the years, causing their tongues to scootch out the sides of their mouths
i just wanna squeeze them all up!
but then you have to wonder if that thing about how people start looking like their dogs after a while has any truth to it.
for some, it wouldn’t be a bad thing at all – handsome silver foxes and all
but for some others – eek
at any rate, old dogs make me cry. is what we learned at the end of 2015.
what will we learn in 2016?