My how time flies when you’re not waiting in line at the DMV.
I am still invisible to the the majority of people out there and actually since my skin on my neck is sagging, I’m grateful for that small mercy.
So today’s blog will be a short one because I’m way behind on my schedule today (funny, auto correct wanted to turn behind into bionic) ..as in I’m, way bionic.
I want to tell you that all this political stuff is sucking the fun out of EVERYTHING. When it starts to invade the RHONY, you know it’s jumped the Manolo Shark.
Let’s mix it up and discuss diets....ha! Just kidding that’s another fun sucking subject.
Dear Reader, lets discuss the smart decision of getting a smaller dog in your 60’s .
1) They are Portable
2) Less expensive to feed, although more fussy.
3) Small poop to clean
4) They satisfy that “we want grandchildren” thingy.
5) They can’t pull you down on the ice and snow in the winter, or twist your wrist on the leash, unless you own multiples and then you deserve that fate.
6) Let’s face it, the days of needing a dog to jog with are over, how’s that knee replacement?
Our house is now ruled by a Mini Schnauzer...we went from decades of Boxers to a Mini Schnauzer. My husband has now be stripped of his masculinity as he walks the Princess, and I have learned that the smaller the dog, the bigger the ATTITUDE.
She is the Queen of the stink eye and I feel her judgement hourly.
Empty nesters, I cannot stress how important a pet is, otherwise all your energy goes at your spouse...and none of us are prepared for that!
More to come, get a coffee.
