On October 12, Tootsie turned 17 years old. We bought her a special treat which she proceeded to vomit up the next day. We learned she can no longer eat a full peanut butter bone, but she can stomach half of one. We reminisced about when she was much younger and she invented her own hide-and-seek game with her peanut butter bones. She would pace the house for 10-15 minutes with the bone in her mouth until she found the perfect hiding spot. Then she would place the bone on the ground and maybe nudge it a bit with her nose. Then she would back up a few inches and bark one woof every few seconds until you came to find the bone. When you got close, she would lunge for the bone, grab it and start looking for a new hiding spot. Ah, those were the days.
With Tootsie getting older and having incontinence issues, we do a lot of floor scrubbing and laundering of blankets. I happened to be sitting on the couch recently and thought I heard water dripping. I looked up just in time to notice our cat Caesar urinating on a small entryway rug that Tootsie has soiled and we have scrubbed several times. Needless to say, that rug went immediately in the garbage. We learned at our old house that all the scrubbing in the world doesn’t get rid of the smell of cat urine and he’ll keep going there. This is why we can’t have nice things.
Here is the piece of clothing I’m getting rid of this month:
What I’m Reading: NOS4A2 by Joe Hill
Movie Recommendations: Whiplash (Rated R), The House I Live In (Not Rated, Documentary)