Wednesday, April 2, 2008

I can't believe it . . . I'm a senior


Today my Mom came home from the grocery stores with lots of bags. Now I love checking out the bags from the grocery store, because I know there's aways something in there for me.

So I'm going bag to bag and then I stop cold. It's my bag of dog food but it now has the word "senior" written on it.

What? Am I reading correctly? Blue for Senior Dogs? I look up at my Mom and I know she sees me, but she pretends not to notice me glaring at her.

Senior dog? When did I become a senior dog? OK, I have a little gray on the muzzle, but I notice that box of hair color in the shopping bag so I don't think you have any room to talk. Maybe I have put on a pound or two, but aren't your jeans a size bigger than they were say two or three years ago?

Senior Dog? I'm not a senior dog. That's the golden retriever down the block. Sheesh that thing must be at least 5 or 6 years old . . . whoops. I just remembered, I'm 7. Let me see that bag . . . "senior" is 7 or older . . . oh no . . . I'm getting old.


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