Bunny here at the keyboard, writing a bit on being a senior hound.
I’m not going to lie to you all, I had a pretty good birthday weekend. My human spoiled me a lot, letting me cuddle in bed with her as long as I wanted, giving me extra treats, sharing a birthday cake with the pack, taking a trip to Starbucks for a puppucino and getting some presents.
I’ll be honest, though, while that stuff was nice, it wasn’t the best part.
Dad and Küster were busy at a training session most of the weekend. That means that I got my human all to myself, What I loved about this birthday weekend was that I knew it was special and it was all about me. Back when I was a young pup, I wished that every day could be my birthday. Now that I’m a senior hound, I appreciate birthdays for what they are, and I’m a little glad I don’t have one every day.
It’s not that I don’t like the royal treatment, it’s just that I enjoy how it becomes a special day. Every day with my human is a great day, but those extra special days are something to savor. Also, if every day were my birthday, I’d be older than time by now, so there is that.
My one regret is that the weather did not cooperate and we didn’t get to take a long stroll somewhere special, but we took a drive instead and I’m okay with that. It left more time for cuddling on the couch, which I highly approve of. It seems like no matter what happened, it led to something that made me happy. Maybe I’m just really easy to please, but I couldn’t ask for any better than what I got to enjoy.
Having a birthday weekend was a lot of fun, and also a bit exhausting. Now that I’m older, I realize that every day you’re alive is one to celebrate, even if you’re not living it up like a party animal. I’m thankful for all of the well wishes and for the wonderful time we had together. And now I’m going to take a nap to recover.