Pokey has become lazy in oldage, and grumpy.
He’d probably bark or poke me until I leaped into a pile of leaves.
His idea of playing ball in recent years is him lying on the couch and pushing the ball off, so I can retrieve it.
And while I admit it wasn’t so great last year when I was in the hospital, he is now quite insistent that we get out, pokey me and thumping his paw. “You had enough of a vacation”, though I guess it really means I was unreliable so he’s still not sure we’ll get out to sniff and look for garbage and meet other dogs.
