Talk about a double insult! My person and I were heading home from my trails when we came across a lady and her dog at the trailhead. The lady pulled her dog to the side and my person made me walk on the other side. That was okay. That other dog and I were both acting polite.
But then she did it. That lady asked my person if I was an old girl. How could she even think that?
Girl??? I always thought I was a pretty manly dog. I mean, I’ve got two girlfriends (I think) and I lift my leg at every bush. Now I’m concerned about my manliness. How could somebody think I’m a girly dog?
And she called me old too! Those aren’t gray hairs lady. My snout was this color when I was born.
What, person? Some people think nine-year-old dogs are getting old?
Not me! I’m still a pup full of energy. I can run these trails and catch Frisbees with the best of them.
I’d like to challenge that lady to a contest. I bet I could outrun her and catch more Frisbees than she can. And when we’re finished with the contest I’m going to have a little talk with her.
Those aren’t gray hairs.