The other day a man at our door commented that I am looking old. How rude! Jusst because my fur is a little mottled and my muzzle a bit gray.

But I am coming up to my 9th birthday–63 in dog years and 83 in bulldog years. (I made the second part up, because my breed doesn’t live as long as other dogs.)

So, I’m enjoying life: sleeping, snoring, eating, sleeping, snoring, eating, sleeping. Sometimes, maybe every week or so, I play for a couple of minutes. But now…I need a nap.