I've spent a lot of time over the last half a decade with old dogs. I have a certain admiration for them. I know this might sound unusual, but I miss them. That's why I have a special place in my heart for this girl.
Mags is a great old dog. She is slow, purposeful, and fun. She runs and keeps up with the Jacks, but she is sore at night. She sleeps hard. She carves out a place on the couch and no one would think to move her from her perch. Except maybe Jack. Those youngsters, they just don't get it.
Don't get me wrong. Puppies and young dogs are great fun, but old dogs have lessons to teach. They watch where they step. The don't rush in blindly. They teach us the value of taking our time. And you don't even know how it happens, but one day you just realize that there's no need to bark orders or give instructions. The two of you just know the other's ways. They know what is expected and they do it. And if they don't, so what? A couple of extra treats at night? What does it matter?
Mags is a great old dog and a classy lady.