The old-dog adage has been threatening my hopefulness for the future. Those words have been dancing around my head for the last month or so, as I have considered the accuracy of that axiom and its relevance outside the canine domain.
My personal research points solidly to the proverb’s prediction for pooches.
Millie isn’t exactly old, but she isn’t a puppy either. But she clearly hasn’t added any new tricks to her repertoire, unless you include tearing past us through the house after romping in the wet and muddy yard and landing squarely on the foot of our bed’s freshly laundered comforter. Or consuming large chunks...