Our Geriatric Dog

A friend of mine sent this to me. You may have seen it before - typical email funny forward that' s probably been circulating for years but it was new to me. The hilarious thing is that our poor 13 year old Pooka (a golden retriever, not a dalmation, however!) spends an inordinate amount of time across the street at "Auntie Renee's" house. She escapes there whenever she can...


An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back, resumed his position in the hall, and slept for an hour. This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: "Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap." The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: "He lives in a home with ten children -- he's trying to catch up on his sleep."