PUNK

Sometime this month, Angus celebrates his 19th birthday. I hope I age as gracefully as he has been. But, he is still a punk.

He had a growth on his toe, which we have chosen not to remove. Our vet is certain that he could not survive the anesthesia process. So, we have been soaking it; keeping his jogging boot on; and treating him with antibiotics.

So, why is my 19 year old dog a PUNK!?

Every August for the past five or six years, he decides he is not going to eat. Maybe his tastes change; maybe he just isn't hungry. Previously, I thought it was because it was hot in August or it was because I am usually gone for a week each August. But this August has been unusually cool.

In the past, tri-tip and mashed potatoes have worked. Or ground turkey and rice. Not this year. Got to find something else. At least he ate his bacon and eggs for breakfast.