It's a good day

Yes, once again I'm writing about my old gal Brookie and the ageing process.

At 13 1/2 I'm blessed for each and every day with this special old gal.

While we have good days and not so good days I have yet to feel as if we have had a bad day.

Today was a very good day. It didn't start out great as we had a pretty nasty thunderstorm roll through and Brookie is not a fan of storms. She will normally hide out in one of the bathrooms and normally in a closet that I have set up for her during storms. The floor is lined with dog beds so she has a comfy place to rest while the storms roll through.

As Brookie has aged she has gotten pickier on what she wants to eat. I basically have 2 shelves in our fridge set aside for Brookie's food. The list is quite expansive and consisting of, but not limited to, steaks, pork, ham, bacon, liver of several varieties, hamburger, cooked and raw, eggs,chicken, turkey and several brands and flavors of canned dog food. Outside of the fridge is 4 different kinds of dry.

Food is normally delivered to Brookie and offered up. It's always a guessing game of what Brookie wants for lunch and dinner.

Tonight was very different though. She marched herself right into the kitchen, like old times, and demanded to be fed.

Tonight it was roast chicken. I pulled apart about 3/4 of the chicken and Brookie ate like a champ.

After she finished up her food and went out to do her biz it was "rub a rub a time"

What this is, is sort of catlike. Where Brookie rubs back and forth on the couch.

Yes, I had tears in my eyes. It's the small things that as they age they don't tend to do as often that can move you to tears.

As of right now, the old lady is resting on a dog bed chowing down on her favorite treat. Pigs ears.

Indeed a very good day!