See? That was easy!
And now I'd like to talk about Scrappy.
Scrappy is an old man- figuring he's heading for year 13. And it shows on him. Look closely and you can see the mass on his left shoulder. You've probably noticed his occasionally buggered up right eye. He has at least two lumps on his belly bigger than his (resting) pee-wee. But that's all cosmetic.
His favorite thing in the world is walks. Since Peanut was born, we've been keeping track of our walks, and he's rang up just past 95 miles in those 86 days, right around a mile a day. But he pays for it. Anything over a mile anymore, and he limps the rest of the day. His back end doesn't respond like it used to, his back legs give out after resting a while. Last night, he barely made it up to bed. In the morning he's fine, and just try to slow him down when the leash is on! But what a cost.
The other morning, after he had had a fairly normal 2 mile jaunt with me the day before, I told him "to the office and back, and that's it". I dropped him off after his 7/10ths leg, and it broke my heart when he looked at me when I went out to get the additional exercise I needed. Last night broke it worse. 2 summers ago, he basically shrugged off a the 5 miles to Shoaff and back. Now I'll have to drive him there.
I get a lot of my milage at work, going back and forth in front of my machine- about 60 of my almost 178 miles. And some days, that's all I get, because he just can't make it. Sometimes I'm happy when it's too cold or wet to go, for his sake.
He is the Clark to my Lewis, the Jim to my Marlin. A lot of the best things I have seen in life I have seen with him. I told Laurie the other night, "The things we love the most (for me, Pepsi) are killing us both." She chuckled a little, and I muttered, "I'm not being even a little funny." I used to call him "the good morning baby" because on the weekends, he was in my face trying to get me up and going at first full light. Now, he stays under the covers until I'm dressed most mornings. Getting old sucks. It sucks harder when you get old faster.
Despite the joking on Time Machine, I'm no Time Lord. I can't reverse the clock. Our lives are a "fixed point in time". Hootie said it best:
Time, why you punish me?
Like a wave bashing into the shore
You wash away my dreams.
Time, why you walk away?
Like a friend with somewhere to go
You left me crying
Can you teach me about tomorrow
And all the pain and sorrow
Cause tomorrow's just another day
And I don't believe in time ...
Time is wasting
Time is walking
You ain't no friend of mine
I don't know where i'm goin'
I think I'm out of my mind
Thinking about time
And if I die tomorrow, yeah
Just lay me down in sleep ...
And now, I think I'll have a Pepsi. Because, screw you, time...