Old Dogs live a basic straight forward life, they sleep, wake, ***, eat, defecate, sit or lay in the sun, sleep some more and repeat. One day much the same as the next. Once in a while they chase a cat, bark at a passing car, but not often, or for long. Never breaking a sweat.
I can not help but notice that my old human guy life has become not so very different than that of my old canine buddy. Everything reduced to the simplest of basic animal equations.
No longer running off to work busting my **** for stuff I don't really need. No boss to push my buttons, a minimum of annoying distractions, all in all a pretty laid-back simple existence. Turns out a dogs life ain't a bad deal.
Not really complaining, just observing and saying.