Gavin, the poor old boy, can no longer jump into the chair with The Curmudgeon and, last night, had trouble getting off the chair. When he wants up on the chair we have to help him and by cracky we will help him.

He can still jump up on the couch, most of the time.

He tries to bounce around and tease me and Lucy when he can. He looks funny doing an elderly bully hucklebutt. It’s a slow motion one. He’s very tolerant of lively Lucy too.

In November, he’ll be 14 years old. He barks when he sees people pass by the yard. I don’t think he sees very well and is relying on his nose more and more.

He’s got a floppy ear, a crumpled ear, lumps and bumps and warts. His breath stinks. He’s our resident worrier and whiny butt, but we love him.