I have this pretend game when I sometimes sit at the table ready to write another blog and the old dog sits not far away trying to understand what it is exactly the old man is up to...you see, if you listen careful and look at the eyes of an old dog, they always have a story to tell. It might be something about a moment they enjoyed, or the time the old dog stayed by the door all night waiting for the old man to come home from another trip up north with the old truck.  Eventually its all old, the dog, the man, the truck, even the stories...but something good and refreshing about old. And the old dog seems to know that I look to her for inspiration just as much as she looks to me for fresh water and another special snack, which might simply be a few mashed potatoes with her usual bowl of doggie food. Its all special to her. And thats what makes it all special to me.

We get old. Our fury friends get old. They stay by us and sleep a little more and eat a little less, just as we do but maybe appreciate simple things a little more rather than a little less. Ya, those simple things like giving the old dog an ear rub or a neck rub, or running around the house like a big kid with the dog not far behind. Its all fun. Its all good.
And now look what you done you ole dog, you got the ole blogger to write about old men and old dogs. And say what....

You want a few more mashed potatoes??
Ok, I am getting there as fast as these old feet can
travel....

And the night lets us know we are both getting tired, this old man and his old dog and sleep is not far away...is that Mother I hear snoring all the way to the living room....? No matter, its just us Sandy,
just us night owls trying to figure out a few more things as we journey into the senior years of our life...and its always good, an old man, with an old dog...