Most days The Curmudgeon can barely take the dogs out and feed them in the morning.  He insists that he do it.  He is at his best in the mornings and his best is most people’s worst. 

     This won’t get better.  We know it and work hard to accept it.  His walking is poor at best.  His balance sucks. 

     As the day goes on, he can do less and less.  By one or two in the afternoon he MUST take a nap.  It’s funny, the dogs have decided that they must take a nap then too.  If I don’t close their crate doors and drop the covers down, they will sit in them and whine or Gavin will stand in front of me and bark until I do.

     The Curmudgeon gets up around four and so do the pups.  I take the pups out and then they vie for who gets to sit on The Curmudgeon.    Usually Patty wins but Gavin does get there before her sometimes.

     I think they use this to see how many times they can make The Curmudgeon laugh.

     You all have a good one!