13 years and 5 months
Today Alfie has reached 13 years and 5 months old. I know that’s an odd age to celebrate, but our Mistress has gone really soft about Alfie and is spoiling him at every opportunity. Mind you, his present is another practical one. She’s bought him a harness to make lifting his rear end easier when he gets confused and it forgets to go with him. Our Mistress seems to think that it’s as much in his mind as his legs that there’s a problem. One minute he’s not able to get up and then the next he seems to have forgotten the problem and is running around the garden. Sometimes he almost runs down the stairs and other times he pauses at the top to think about it and then can’t do them at all. It’s really very confusing.
Lots of walks
We all had lovely walks yesterday. Alfie even had one of his own. In an attempt to help the strength in his legs, our Mistress walked him round the garden on a lead to make sure he kept moving. It was really funny to watch. It’s fair to say Alfie wasn’t that keen on the idea. On the outward part of the walk away from the house, our Mistress had to offer him treats the whole time to get him to move forward. For the last side of the garden when he thought he was coming back in the house he suddenly speeded up and found moving much easier. After two rounds they called it a day but our Mistress is hoping to get him to do that again tomorrow and maybe either go round three times or do it twice at different times of day.
I just regret I didn’t think of insisting I need to be offered food in order to walk. I really missed out on that one.
Have a great Saturday