Wallowing
G inger has been our constant companion for the last eleven years. She’s grown up with us and we’ve grown old with her. She has more gray hair than I do (OK….I cheat). She eats, sleeps and well, that’s about it. She eats and sleeps. I’ve noticed that when she starts to get up from her naps it’s a slow rise. Her old hips are the last to get the message that it’s time to move but finally, she’s up and moving. It’s when we go outside that her transformation begins. She picks up her pace across the patio and moves into a trot, gets to the sunny grass area and literally plops down. And wallows. And wallows. And wallows. Twisting and turning. Her legs will be straight up in the air at times. Then it’s another quick flop and back over to just lie in the grass. I tell Ray she getting her suntan because she will lie there a while just relishing in the outdoors. I...