Well it is my last day being looked after by the dog sitter for a couple of months. What’s more is that when I get home tonight I am having my delayed birthday celebrations, I can’t wait. I just hope that my master remembers to come and pick me up on time.
It’s odd thinking about the difference between dog ages and human ages. I could almost feel cheated out of the six birthdays I would have had in the last year on top of the actual one I had if I really equate to seven years old in human terms. I suppose it is a bit like people whose birthdays fall on February 29th only getting a proper birthday every leap year. This means that I have overtaken one of the children in age already and will overtake James by my next birthday. It will take until I am seven before I will have overtaken my mistress and caught up with my master and that seems an awfully long time away. It doesn’t seem fair that humans live so much longer than dogs do, or do I mean it isn’t fair that dogs live so much less time than humans? I look after myself, I eat healthily and get lots of exercise. What more do you think I would have to do to live to be 70+ in real years? When you are a dog there doesn’t seem much incentive to avoid drinking heavily and smoking, either way I only get to live for 10 years or so. I suppose there would be little harm in taking up some dangerous sports, although I think my mistress might have something to say about it. She probably thinks that trying to chase trucks is a dangerous sport and that justifies her keeping me on my lead. She really does have so little imagination.