Dude was galloping yesterday. He’s fine. Just old. Not dying like I thought and then didn’t think and then was unsure about and now am sure about.
Vet says he’s only got a month or two left of taking up space and breathing our air, but I think he’ll go longer. A few days ago he saw some walkers on the street and wanted to kill them just like back in the days when I used to have to beat him with a rusty shovel, so I opened the door to show him that it was okay, and much to my surprise, he sprung up and went running after them. except.. it didn’t end well… a few steps out, he lost footing on one paw on his right side, causing him to collapse and do a full barrel roll – legs in the air and everything. It would have been [more] hilarious if it wasn’t so near-fatal. but he was fine after. just nursed the paw for awhile and no big deal.
Although the motherfucker needs to seriously learn submission better. I did the “does this hurt? – does this?” thing poking and squeezing (oh shut up – it was gently) his allegedly injured leg and he growled at me with that low rumble that’s all “hey. back off”. except, like I’m really gonna back off THEN. that just makes me wanna squeeze harder just to show him I can. don’t fkkn growl at me, bitch. i’ll fkkn kill you.
But seriously though. he’s gonna die soon. just not SOON soon. but soon.
