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.
