When you hit middle age you really only have two choices: you can get fat and lazy until you roll over and die, or you can can get off your ass and do something, like maybe ride a bike.
I've also been told I have little tact, so if this offends you simply ride on.
Saturday, December 24, 2016
Today is Big Seig's birthday. He's 2 years old. Back in August he weighed in at between 108 and 112 - if you know what it's like to try and get a bouncy dog on a scale at the Vet's. I suspect he probably weighs in now at around 115 pounds, which is very big for a Boxer. If Big Seig wants, he can rearrange things on the kitchen counter, like pull the toaster front, or slide the coffee maker either left or right. He's a Christmas Puppy.
As with Lillian D'Aubert, his birthday is celebrated with a little cake and vanilla ice cream - no chocolate even though I know he'd love some.
Big Seig's little cake
He does tend to bark, sometimes for no apparent reason. That's fine. If I were an intruder I would not want to meet up with Big Seig.
Tomorrow is Christmas, that's when he'll get his presents. Does he know the difference between today and tomorrow? Absolutely not. He has a great life! Spoiled a bit, but that's okay.