Wouldn’t you know it, just when I had resigned myself to a fate of having cheap and uncaring owners, a surprise birthday gift arrived, courtesy of Mike and Heather. Mostly Heather, of course. It’s a larger and comfortable new bed, actually a Therapeutic Dog Couch from the famous L.L. Bean catalog! Definitely Heather’s idea, although Mike did help taking it out of the box and putting it together, no small feat.
I’ve been gradually checking it out since it arrived. It is located right next to my old bed ($10, Fred Meyer, 2019), in the crucial spot between the kitchen and the front door. It’s easy for me to move from one bed to the other, so on some nights I sleep in one or the other all night, and sometimes I move between them frequently. It will work itself out. Besides, I already overheard Heather tell Mike that she’s not sending it back under any circumstances.
Beyond the gift, Heather and Mike did a good job this year in recognizing my birthday, Feb. 5. They frequently heaped birthday greetings upon me as the day progressed, making sure I knew they hadn’t forgotten about it. But not until my special birthday dinner (extra egg and cheese) did I get my big prize. Since last year’s Dick’s Hamburger treat resulted in some post-birthday drawbacks, this year they augmented my regular gourmet dinner from Chef Mike with dessert: My own personal sundae of vanilla Haagen-Dasz ice cream topped with applesauce and peanuts. I even received a special repeat serving the next morning along with my regularly scheduled frozen PBB.
What more could any 14-year-old wirehair dachshund ask for? I’ve managed to navigate another year despite a heart murmur, hair loss, a leaky bladder, glaucoma, having my left eye removed, little lumps under my skin too numerous to count, and enough whining to drive my poor owners crazy. And yet, here we are. Who’s got it better than us? No-body!