On Friday, I took Dylan, our Corgi out for a walk. Dylan is now 13 and is showing his age. Stairs are still passable, but tough for him. He still eats voraciously, but he also likes to sleep a lot. On our walk, he did his normal sniffing and snuffling, wandered into the woods to check out particular scents and generally acted like himself.
But then, he started to run. He was a younger Dylan, running with his ears blown back, his little legs bounding along. He took me by surprised, I had to run along with him. If I slowed he’d turn, look and say “Come on, keep up”. It didn’t last long, but it was so good to see. A small Thanksgiving gift.
