She's 11-ish. We've had her since she was 3-ish and she's always been a less-than-active-dog and a little bit of an odd duck. But just this past year, it stuns me every time I see her. Her gray muzzle. Her slowness on walks. The rareness of her asking for a game of fetch. She sleeps with her tongue sticking out. Her lips get caught on her teeth. She doesn't always hear someone knock at the front door.
She's getting older.
Some things remain the same...she has never liked getting her picture taken...she still does that weird scratching/making-a-nest-out-of-nothing-on-the-couch-thing...she eats everything except olives and grapes...she loves getting her tummy warmed by the sun on our hardwood floors.
She's my little black shadow and I'm thankful for her every single day.