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my old dog ...
For years, I have been inadvertently lying about my dog's age. I knew he was approaching "the hill," but this weekend, I learned he's not only approached it, but climbed over and is descending down the other side, as well. My parents were in town over the weekend, and Toby the Beagle came up in conversation; how great he is with Alyssa and so on. It was asked, "How old is Toby anyway?" I answered, "He'll be 8 this November." After some quick math, it was determined I was wrong - by a long shot. Turns out Toby will be celebrating his 11th birthday this November. In a matter of minutes, my dog aged 3 years. I suppose if Toby could talk he would have told me his correct age years ago ... that is, if he could hear me.
For years, I have been inadvertently lying about my dog's age. I knew he was approaching "the hill," but this weekend, I learned he's not only approached it, but climbed over and is descending down the other side, as well. My parents were in town over the weekend, and Toby the Beagle came up in conversation; how great he is with Alyssa and so on. It was asked, "How old is Toby anyway?" I answered, "He'll be 8 this November." After some quick math, it was determined I was wrong - by a long shot. Turns out Toby will be celebrating his 11th birthday this November. In a matter of minutes, my dog aged 3 years. I suppose if Toby could talk he would have told me his correct age years ago ... that is, if he could hear me.