You might remember Misha from this image, or perhaps this one. Two different views of him that reveal the many sides of his seemingly simple canine personality. But they wouldn’t be complete without this one, the three of which will help me remember him when he’s gone.
Not that I’m trying to be overly morbid or anything, but seeing him over Thanksgiving reminded me just how old a dog is when he is 14. He’s not quite as snappy as he once was and he — actually, both of our dogs — love to be inside where it’s warm now more than ever.
But neither their age nor their arthritis stopped them from causing their fair share of mischief over break. And even though you want to be mad at them, you’ve just got to laugh.
3 Comments
December 3, 2005 at 1:52 pm
rumors of my demise(or my impending demise) have been grossly exaggerated….
December 3, 2005 at 2:43 pm
Sounds like a mindless thing to say, but nice capture.
December 3, 2005 at 7:26 pm
the meesh. how I miss that idiot trying to remove my arm from its socket via leash.