It’s a dog’s life
I aspire to be like my Golden Retriever, Molly. Why? Because:
- she’s skinny (although, I guess I would be too if someone else controlled my food intake)
- she never has a bad hair day
- she’s extremely flexible
- she’s loved by everybody (except those who are not dog people, and I’ve never really understood how anyone could not be a dog-person…)
- she never complains about anything
I feel pretty bad for her, though. We just took her to the vet Monday for x-rays on her hips, and they’ve gotten much worse since her 6-month x-rays… We’re looking at surgery options for her, which could involve completely replacing both hips (shudder). But she’s only 15 months old, and I couldn’t stand the thought of her having a very short life because we didn’t do something like this. According to the vet, she has arthritis as badly as a much older dog would have. She obviously hurts – she has a hard time getting up when she’s been sleeping, and she limps when she runs or swims too long – but she’s always a sweet little (ok, maybe not so little) dog. I wish life were a little more fair. :P