Old age has its privileges. Twelve years ago, I was just a pup, and back in those days, I didn't know much. When SHE Who Must Be Obeyed said, Come, I came...most of the time. When SHE said, Sit or Down, I sat or lay down, just as I was supposed to do. And I never, ever chewed anything up or stole any food or engaged in any of those types of criminal activities that some other dogs habitually undertake.
But now, I'm old. And, as I said earlier, I have privileges. SHE says, Come, and I say, Maybe. When I feel like it. SHE shrugs, Scout only comes when she wants to anymore. Oh, well...
When it comes to Sit and Down commands, I have a ready excuse. Arthritis. A little limping, a little whining, and you can get out of anything. Don't make her sit. It's probably too painful!
That other dog in my house, that intruder, Pippa - she has to do all the coming, sitting and downing. She's only three. She has no privileges.
Yesterday was the regular grocery day, and, as usual, I ended up locked in the house with that Pippa for a couple of hours, as if nobody could recognize my superiority. I never get to ride in the car to the grocery store, which I certainly should, considering I'm old and it's my favorite thing to do. So I decided I'd get my revenge.
After what seemed like forever, SHE came home and brought in lots of bags, set some of them down on the floor and left to take the rest to the kitchen. Hmmmm, I said to myself, sniffing the air. I smell bones!