Lance goes to the groomer
So I'm at the groomer waiting for Lance's shearing. I'm having all his far cut off ( well most). He's become a pissy old man and hardly sweet smelling. His fur has lost it's certain pommy something so it looks ratty. Grooming tires him. So off the fur comes.
I am concerned what he will look like underneath. He's eating less and taking longer to do that. And there is the march towards senility now. He will stare into space and pee. He did it twice in the elevator. So this weekend I'm getting doggy diapers for evenings when this seems to be happening. His confused moments break my heart. He has stopped being responsive to people unless they actually pet him. He can see but is almost deaf. He suddenly has an irrational hatred for certain dogs. He still ignores Patty unless he thinks she's getting something. But he still responds to me, bounces when he's been alerted to my presence and seems oblivious but happy. So he probably live to be 17 in January but I can't imagine him at 18. At some point if his heart doesn't give out, he's going to be a senile dog walking and that isn't quality of life IMHO. Next week he goes to the vet. I have the sneaking suspicion his tests won't be as stellar this time.
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