Life With An Old Dog

IlseoncouchThought I was going to write about life with my husband, did ya?  Nope, not this time, although admittedly at times he would make good blog fodder.

No, this morning I was thinking about my best furry friend, so I decided to do my own little tribute to my dog, Ilse.

Ilse was a Christmas gift from my husband to me in 1997;  if you do the math, that means she is 12 years old, turning 13 on October 25.  Although she’s a little stubborn and a little headstrong (German Shepherds are born that way, I am convinced), at the end of the day, she has been the best dog anyone could possibly want.  She looks far more fearful than she actually is – although if she had to, I imagine she could still do some damage to anyone who means harm to her peeps.  She thrills the kids in the neighborhood because they are so daggone proud of their own bravery when petting her;  truth be told, she’s more aloof than anything, but hey, don’t tell the kids.

ilse on beach

Thanks to a life of good care (and probably her $130-a-bottle glucomasine supplement) and exercise, she still makes the leap onto the bed with ease – although her cataract-clouded vision is making it more difficult for her to judge the distance sometimes, so it may take a couple of tries.

Our nightly ritual now involves her going to the foot of the stairs and barking at us once to let us know she is ready for bed.  One of us – okay, usually me – goes up, turns on a bedside lamp and the fan we keep at the end of the bed just for her (did I mention she was an older female?  She and I have the whole needs-to-be-cold-to-sleep thing going) as she positions herself at the door so she can get a running jump onto the bed.

ilse on beachOne of our neighbors has a male German Shepherd dog and commented that at age 10, he needs a ramp to get on the bed as he can no longer make the jump. I guess we are very fortunate Ilse is still so mobile – although she does have a little difficulty getting up after lying on wood floors.  We are contemplating putting down rugs all through the house for her and see if that makes it easier.

Imagine, all these years of of working hard so we can afford the nicer things in life – like hardwood floors – only to trash the decor by spreading rugs around.  LOL   Ah, the things we do for our pets.

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Life With An Old Dog

IlseoncouchThought I was going to write about life with my husband, did ya?  Nope, not this time, although admittedly at times he would make good blog fodder.

No, this morning I clicked on Ralph Gorgoglione’s wonderful heartwarming post  about A Man and His Dog (warning: it will make you a little teary – but in a good way) and it got me thinking about my own best furry friend.  And, I decided to follow Ralph ‘s lead and do my own little tribute to my dog, Ilse.

Ilse was a Christmas gift from my husband to me in 1997;  if you do the math, that means she is 12 years old, turning 13 on October 25.  Although she’s a little stubborn and a little headstrong (German Shepherds are born that way, I am convinced), at the end of the day, she has been the best dog anyone could possibly want.  She looks far more fearful than she actually is – although if she had to, I imagine she could still do some damage to anyone who means harm to her peeps.  She thrills the kids in the neighborhood because they are so daggone proud of their own bravery when petting her;  truth be told, she’s more aloof than anything, but hey, don’t tell the kids.

ilse on beach

Thanks to a life of good care (and probably her $130-a-bottle glucomasine supplement) and exercise, she still makes the leap onto the bed with ease – although her cataract-clouded vision is making it more difficult for her to judge the distance sometimes, so it may take a couple of tries.

Our nightly ritual now involves her going to the foot of the stairs and barking at us once to let us know she is ready for bed.  One of us – okay, usually me – goes up, turns on a bedside lamp and the fan we keep at the end of the bed just for her (did I mention she was an older female?  She and I have the whole needs-to-be-cold-to-sleep thing going) as she positions herself at the door so she can get a running jump onto the bed. 

ilse on beachOne of our neighbors has a male German Shepherd dog and commented that at age 10, he needs a ramp to get on the bed as he can no longer make the jump. I guess we are very fortunate Ilse is still so mobile – although she does have a little difficulty getting up after lying on wood floors.  We are contemplating putting down rugs all through the house for her and see if that makes it easier. 

Imagine, all these years of of working hard so we can afford the nicer things in life – like hardwood floors – only to trash the decor by spreading rugs around.  LOL   Ah, the things we do for our pets. 

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