Oldest Member of the Family – Thursday 14th March 2019

Oldest Member of the Family

It’s official, I’m now the oldest member of our family. I’ve lived long enough to overtake Grandpa. Grandpa was already quite old when I was born as he was 80 then, but of course my age gets counted in dog years. Each year I’ve gone a little way to catch him up and yesterday I reached the equivalent of ninety-three and a third! Anyway, Grandpa won’t be ninety-three and a third until Sunday, so that now makes me the oldest. I think he’s probably rather wiser than I am, but I’m doing pretty well for a dog. I had hoped for a party to celebrate but our Mistress says the present of my own dressing gown was all I’m getting. It’s a lovely dressing gown so I really can’t complain. Oh, ok, I can complain a little bit.

Oh the wind

It really does get us all in a state of excitement when the weather is very windy. There are rattles and bangs we can’t identify, without even taking into account the impact the pressure system itself has on our delicate natures. Ok, so we aren’t all that delicate, but when it comes to weather it can really upset our state of equilibrium. Our Mistress has told us to get used to it as it’s going to be like this for another day or so. That’s all very well for her to say, but we’d really like it to stop now. I keep thinking I’m going to blow away when I go outside. Only Wilma doesn’t seem bothered by it. She still sits in the middle of the lawn finding a stick to chew as though it was nothing out of the ordinary. She doesn’t stop to ask why there are so many sticks to choose from, she’s just happy that they’re there. I probably wish I could be more like that and stop worrying that one is going to fall on me at any minute.

Have a great day

Alfie