They from the Planet Them say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but mine did something completely new today.
More on that in a moment.
Sherman is a vastly creative Pekingese. Like his owners, he regularly gets passionate about new hobbies, only to discard them later. He's been obsessed with pig's ears, went through a doorway sleeping phase and had a bout with bulimia. Lately he's become agoraphobic. We can't figure out why. He simply refuses to go outside. It's clearly behavioral because he barks to get let in.
This wouldn't be a problem, of course, except he really wants to use the dining room floor as his own personal potty, which means I'm now decorating with wee-pads. Sherman's ninety-one in dog years. One adjusts.
What got me worried, however, was when I picked him up to discover he'd soiled himself. This is never pleasant for any ninety-one year old, but it's particularly difficult with a long-haired dog. Suffice it to say today's New Thing gave new meaning to the phrase "cut the shit."
As luck would have it, I was picking him up to go to the vet anyway to deal with his heart murmur, which provided a second New Thing as I got to listen to his heartbeat.
It sounded like sneakers in a dryer.
Poor puppy. He's lost weight and eyesight, which can only mean that our much-loved dog is entering another new phase. Which makes him all the more precious to me.