Life as a Celebration of Ephemeral Things
One day you're in snow up to your belly, the next day you're running in the sun.
I had a little scare with Ajax last week. He's never had a problem with his hips, for which I am extremely grateful. He's such a big dog.
But last week, after a happy day of snake-hunting, I patted his rump as I let him in the door, and he yiped and then cried pitifully. Oh, dear!
He was up for a vet visit anyway, only the vet was booked up until this Friday. Fortunately after about a day and a half of occasional yiping and obvious discomfort, I could see he was getting better. I think he probably tangled his feet up in the dead branches out in the fenced yard and hurt himself somehow.
He'll be 8 in November. The painful thing about life with pets is that it ends. Every day, even days when he is very very naughty, I try to remember to enjoy his companionship.