My Name is Kris and I Blah-g

I have two geriatric dogs. They’re old. As dogs go… I feel bad for them because their lives literally flash before my eyes. It seems just like yesterday they were babies and now here they are in the sunset of their lives. It’s really quite depressing. But they’re my babies… Always will be. I have two great dogs – both with severe halitosis (one worse than the other and she can really clear a room with her breathing, poor dear) and both with bladders that just aren’t what they used to be. I literally took this dog out just a couple hours ago and just because I, myself haven’t retired to bed, she comes to me with with heavy baited and very disturbing breath, doing what I call the pee-pee dance and a slight growl that says to me, “LET ME OUT – NOW!” No offense dog, but bug off! So I tell her to go away and she does. But I know she’s just thinking about that new favorite place to down in the family room to let loose. All the dogs do it there now and it’s now my lot in life…to follow them around with the little Green Machine spot remover. Debbie says that with all those spots that have been given the once over by the Green Machine, our family room rug now resembles the mat of a Twister Game. Funny. You couldn’t get me down on that floor!! So, off I go… I have spent too much time tonight messing with the look/feel of the blog (what do you think of it?) and now I must get to bed. But first…I will go let my dogs out – AGAIN and wait AGAIN for them to get their sniffing and wandering around in the dark at a leisurely pace out of their system. I have no idea what they could be smelling out there in 3 feet of snow but it must smell good – to a dog. G’night.