...and Sam's still here. He hasn't been walking as easily or as much, though he just had chiropractic adjustments two weeks in a row, so we'll see if that helps. He is still sassy, still totally with it mentally, and still loving his meals and, especially, his pizza bones.
He has had more baths in the last three months than in the first 16 years of his life - BY FAR. Sam hates baths. Two days ago, we needed to give him a little bath and since it was warm, we were unrolling the hose. All of a sudden I turned around and Sam was up and "running" - he was headed for the driveway at warp, 16 1/2 year old dog speed (read: a slow, ungainly, uneven, gimpy walk). Sam hates the hose even more than he hates baths. He looked over his shoulder as if to see if we were gaining on him. I have a feeling that in his mind, he really was running. Unfortunately for Sam, we caught him - when he laid down near the driveway - and he still had to have his bath.
The reasons for Sam's increasing number of baths will be intentionally omitted due to the fact that Sam has expressly forbidden me to discuss private details of his condition. He has always been very proper and private and somewhat reserved, so I will honor his wishes and simply say that Sam is enjoying being neat and clean, though he doesn't enjoy the process.
Sam is officially 16 and a 1/2 years old this month. I honestly didn't expect him to see Valentine's Day considering his condition over Christmas. I'm practicing giving up wondering how long he'll stay with us. It appears to be a futile exercise to suppose and guess. Who knows if he has another comeback in him? Maybe Sam knows - but he's not saying right now.
One day at a time, one bath at a time, one bark at a time, one pizza bone at a time, one heartbeat at a time...
I love that old dog.
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