This is Evie. She’s almost 17, which, I believe, is over 100 in translated human years. She can’t see much, she can’t hear much, she hasn’t heeded an instruction I’ve given her in the last 21 translated human years. I suspect she’s approaching a similar number of daily sleep hours as a Central American three toed sloth. Sometimes these days I come home, bustle in the front door, dump my bag next to her bed, trundle down the stairs, gather up some items and head back out the front door to cello practice and she doesn’t even wake up. She sleeps in her bed in the lounge room, she dozes in the sunny stretch of the deck, she snoozes on the square couch next to the kitchen dinning area. Occasionally she roams the spaces between. This week there were pork and chive dumplings for dinner. At one point a half dumpling was accidentally nudged from the table. It drifted in a salty arc to the floor and landed with a delicate ‘shlopp’ sound on the timber floor. Evie pounced upon this morsel like a wolf pack of one. Erasing its existence out of sight and memory before its absence was properly noticed. I’m beginning to think this whole getting old situation is a clever new ruse in a long line of snack stealing manoeuvres. The cunning old dog. New tricks indeed. For the dog lovers out there, here she is almost 10 years ago as a 6 year old.
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Nicola Bloedel
3/31/2024 04:38:52 am
Oh Evie, I remember you and your bestie tearing down the hallway to greet me at your front door! What a welcome, every time. Look at you now, dear sweet girl. ❤️
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Jem
3/31/2024 02:42:23 pm
They’re cheeky little things hey! Haha powered by treats 😍🙊
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September 2023
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