I took Melvin for a nice, slow walk yesterday. He was definitely dragging. A man pulled-up in a truck and asked me how old Melvin was. I said 7. His response was, ‘Seven? That’s it? He looks 20!’. I asked him why he cared enough to pull over and to ask me this and he said, it just seemed like he was really, really old. My response, “well you’re ugly and so is your truck”. Super mature I was not.
I don’t know what is going on with Melvin, we had the Bile Acid test done and we get the results of that this week but I don’t need some stranger suggesting that it looks like he is on his death-bed. We finished our walk and went out to relax on our ‘work-in-progress patio’. And come today, Melvin was full of energy and bouncy on his walk so suck that ugly-guy-in-ugly-truck.