Pulling for a perfect pooch...

Farm dog turns 50 in just a few months. Fifty in people years that is. Like the rest of us, his age is showing around the eyes and in the amount of time it takes him to stand from his much-preferred position of full recline. He's also not as quick out of the shoot when chasing varmints, but he still gives the sport his best.

I learned that large dogs age more quickly than small dogs from the chart in the veterinary office where I left farm dog this morning. Pooch was outside yesterday exploring the area when he encountered some trouble. We're not exactly sure what happened, since pooch is fairly reserved and doesn't complain much, but the evidence of hind-leg lacerations and a dislocated hip (diagnosed through X-ray) indicates that farm dog got pushed into the ditch by a passing car. A ditch was where hubby found him yesterday after repeated calls for his return went unanswered. Farm dog currently is unable to walk.

Farm dog is a resilient companion and we're all pulling for him to get back on his feet soon. He's an old dog and a good friend. He may come home a bit lame, but at least he'll come home. At least, that's today's hope.

Farm dog just one week ago keeping us company in the vineyard.