NaBloPoMo DAY 19:
Henry is having a midlife crisis. There’s no mistaking it.
For starters, he’s reverted to his puppy years, no doubt remembering the months he spent in a child care center where he’d see infants using pacifiers and started using them, too. Here he is again, a feeble attempt to relive his youth.
For this Cavalier King Charles Spaniel who descends from royalty is now 7 1/2 years old. And you know what that means in human years, don’t you? ( I can’t say it for fear Henry might overhear me.)
Being that age didn’t bother him in the least, not until I took him to the vet for his annual checkup.
The technician took his vitals, to make sure he was alive and all, and then he said this to me, which Henry couldn’t help but overhear:
“It’s been a long time since the doctor has done a blood panel on Henry. He recommends that, given Henry’s age, we do a senior panel on him.”
That was all Henry needed to hear. SENIOR??
Henry’s face twisted into all sorts of contortions, awashed as he was in absolute terror. Senior, indeed!
The shock caused Henry, who had covered his eyes with his right paw, to fall flat on his back. Oliver Twist dove under him, in an attempt to grab Henry’s tail and suddenly began gnawing on it. Henry, in his apoplectic state, didn’t even seem to notice.
The doctor then entered the room with a needle in tow, which was enough to cause Henry to pass out. The doctor soon was able to procure the senior blood panel and we headed home. In the car Henry finally spoke.
“I’M A SENIOR?! Why, Cook, did you not tell me??”
I remained silent. What was there to say? Oliver gnawed on a dog biscuit he found under one of the seats.
And Henry fell into a funk.
“Where did my youth go?” He lamented. “Once, I was brimming with hope for shiny, royal future. I, a strapping cavalier of a dog, ready to make my mark on the world as a canine destined for grandeur! Yet, here I am, asleep at the wheel as you Americans are wont to say. In other words, I’ve been napping my life away. A luxurious, glorious nap, mind you, but a nap just the same.”
And with that, he went into his box of old toys from his puppy days, which had been gathering dust, and rummaged through it.
“What are you looking for,” I asked with a sigh.
Oliver tried to stick his nose into the box to see what all the fuss was about.
“There, I found it!” Henry said triumphantly.
And that’s how the pacifier ended back in his mouth. Good grief.
Good news. As soon as NaBloPoMo is over, I’m burning all my posts for the month, which will make a heck of a bonfire!
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I loved this entry! He is a SENIOR now? Good grief. Time flies.
Gina, times flies like a rocket to outer space. Just yesterday I was four years old. I won’t even tell you how old I am today. Let’s just say my neck feels every wrinkle. 😉
Second childhood? Never lost mine. Still got a teddy bear.
Good for you, Carl. I love teddy bears!
Don’t burn them Monica! They are great fun. Poor Henry, aging is a terrible thing.
Henry’s going to muddle through, and I’m getting out the matches…to light my pumpkin caramel scented candles. You don’t think I’d really burn my work, do you? They’re my kids! All 388 stories that I’ve posted so far. And I think most of them have been posted in this month alone!
I’m not believing this. A pup with a pacifier? Get out of here!
Seeing is believing, Totsy. Trust me, it’s true!
Poor Henry. Even royalty gets a year every time the rest of us do! I know of what you speak, though, because my Darling Doggie Dallas is — ahem! — also considered a “senior dog.” And he didn’t take the news one bit better than Henry! Perhaps somebody needs to organize an AARD group so they’ll have something to crow about?!?
Yes, I think Henry would be most interested in joining the AARD. Any chance the next conference would be in London? He’d be on it, if that’s the case. 😉
“Old age is like everything else. To make a success of it, you’ve got to start young.”
I think Henry is jump starting very young. So glad to hear his visit went well…in a manner of speaking.
Never heard that quote but I love it. So that means Oliver is on the right track! And so am I, for that matter. 😉
Perhaps Henry needs to be reminded that he’s still younger than the Queen (even after you do the conversion!)
That’s hysterical. I will let him know, Lisa, for when you put it that way, Henry isn’t doing so badly after all. 😉
When one descends from royalty, those dreaded words can be very demoralizing. It is not what royalty would like to hear. I hope Henry doesn’t think he might lose his looks. He is extremely handsome and regal after all. I mean it’s bad enough announcing that he is ahem! a senior, but brandishing a needle around is just too much for a delicate man like Henry. I would pass out myself. Do they have a junior panel for younger dogs then?
Yes, they do have a junior panel, and it’s not as costly. Why, I remember when Henry still qualified for the It. What a difference a year makes!
They do say it’s never too late Henry to have a second childhood.
As soon as I finish my first I will put the theory to the test and go straight into my second.
Stick with it Henry, personally I can’t see the point of needles.
You crack me up, Robert. Henry’s getting a chuckle out of you comment, too. Meanwhile, Oliver is too young to get it.