New places.

As some of you know, I often have grievances with the bladder of my dog, Cody. He's a very cute dog, but my issue has always been that I never bonded to him. It is hard to bond to an senior dog. The SPCA is gonna kill me for this, but I would not recommend it to everyone. It takes a special kind of person to adopt a senior dog. I'm special, but maybe more in a 'draw things you don't show your mom' way.

That said, as old man Cody reaches the end of his life I realize the dog he must have been in his prime, and it's a mystery I use for periodic entertainment, like a corgi 'littlest hobo'. I wonder about how he is terrified of loud sounds, and that rib that never healed properly you can see when he's rolled over. I wonder lots of things, but recently I no longer doubt it's time. Cody has been suffering with a gradual onset of degenerative myelopathy. In short, over time the brain just sort of loses track of the back legs. This is a mildly sad video of what this disease looks like at the paralytic stages in another dog...

German Shepherd with degenerative myelopathy

We were in the process of moving downstairs to a new apartment in the complex when he hit this stage. It's great for him with nice 'forgetful bladder' click floors and being on the ground level, but now he has to be carried outside anyway. You have to carry him, because if you let him do it his way he looks like he just got hit by a car and is dragging himself to me to die. People will also pull their car up, roll down the window, and make sure he's okay.

The reason I know he's a good dog is when I leave him to sit while I run the bag to the trash, he tries to follow me and looks like one of those old jumping frog toys. I tried running once to beat him at his own stubborn game and you know what he did?

Frog toy nitro.