My Foxie...

Music: “Borrasca”/OL + LN (now playing: “August Moon”)
Mood: tired
In my glass: Italian red (Barbera d’Asti)

I often wonder lately if Fox is happy. He’s sleeping all day. I’m at home but not spending much time with him. I never play with him… R. was the one who played with him. Now, when I’m in the living room, Fox often comes to me and lie down at my feet. When I watch TV, he joins me on the couch. But, you know, I don’t watch TV very often and I’m not in the living room that much.

When he plays with his friends (like Rocky or Reggi or Sita or other dogs he comes across), he runs, jumps and rolls like a 6 month young puppy…. But in fact he’s not. He’s an old chap (he's now 8 and a half... means over 60 of human's age!).
Like peeing blood, having dirty eyes – it’s all something to do with his age.. I think. And today, I saw he was walking a bit strange… as if he had pain somewhere. I checked his paws but didn’t find anything.. no wounds or anything.
He’s a natural born clown and he’s always sweet. I only hope he’s happy but all he gets from me is: “No, Fox!” or “Don’t, Fox!”.. or “Hurry, Fox!” From people who don’t know him, he gets remarks like “oh, what an ugly dog!” or “Oooh, scary!” Fortunately, he doesn’t understand them – he just wags his tail.

My cats are better off, I think. I’m too protective, I know, but they are at least with 2 of them. They have each other.

Wish Fox could talk.