Biggie and I have something in common—we both have white hair. In the first photograph you can see the old white-haired man (me) holding the little white doggie (Biggie) near my home at a place known as White Point (White Point). You can also see Biggie and I both could use a haircut.
This brings up something I’ve been pondering for a few years. In the second photograph Biggie has had a haircut and appears much thinner. In fact when he needs a haircut people always comment to me about how I’m overfeeding him. He appears to be about 10 to 15 pounds overweight until the haircut happens. Then people comment to me that I need to feed him because he is too thin. Why does an extra inch of hair add so much weight to his appearance? The reality is he has weighed about 18 to 19 pounds all of his adult life. I’ve been taking note of this for years, and now I’m wondering if I were to get a haircut, would I look too thin as well? Well that’s probably not going to happen (the haircut, that is), so I may never know the answer to my question.
Biggie is almost twelve years old now, and we have been through many adventures together. I can’t say our adventures are anything out of the ordinary, but he seems to be having fun, and that’s what counts as far as I am concerned. Today’s adventure was a drive over to the groomer’s to get his toenails clipped. He hates this with a passion, but it is always followed with a treat of some kind. After the joy of toenail clipping we went to the drive-thru at one of those burger places with the two golden humps out front. I bought a double hump-burger and took one of the patties out for Biggie (I got the rest of course). Then we went to a nearby park to eat and go for a walk. That was it. But to Biggie it was an adventure. Oh, and a guy walking by commented that my dog was too fat and needed to go on a diet. (Tomorrow he gets a haircut.)
I don’t get to see Biggie as much as I desire, and when I do get to keep him for a few days my wife and I end up doing a bunch of his maintenance. The toenails are just one thing. Then there are anal glands to be expressed (such fun for both of us), haircuts (for him—not me), and baths (my wife does this for him). Removing endless burrs is always a pleasure, and face cleanings are perpetual. But it’s worth it.
We’ve also had our ups and downs with staying connected. Biggie belongs to a former neighbor, and we have both moved. Now his mom is moving again, but she hasn’t figured out where. However, once again we will work this out. Biggie is my part time dog, and I will see to it we remain connected. No matter what it takes.