Marauder is approaching her eleventh birthday and is, most definitely, the senior member of the pack. She still enjoys a walk around the Three Miler from time to time, but is now happy to amble along at my heel rather than race around like Whiffler and #3. She'll still break out in to a run from time to time, but this is usually because she has smelt a pile of fresh horse shit and wants to be first at the trough.
Right, where was I going with this? Oh yes, Marauder is now getting on and I made the clip as easy as possible by doing her feet whilst she was perched on the sofa. This meant that she didn't need to balance on three legs whilst I stripped away her coat. She tires easily and eventually lay down on the floor whilst I finished the job.
Both 30% and I are painfully aware that she only has a couple of years, at best, left and we are dreading her end. She has a massive character. She is noisy and independent, but at the same time calm and sociable, liking nothing better than to curl up alongside you on the sofa and be loved.
I talk to her all the time and, as most dog owners will tell you, she answers back. She has an incorrigible personality and comes out with the most outrageous statements,* but we love her without limit.
How do you repay the unconditional love that a dog gives? Marauder's response is "plenty of treats and yes, I will have a big spoonful of that Madagascar Vanilla Ice Cream".
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* She has held a lifelong grudge with Eddy, our three legged cat and her most recent plan was to "have the whining little shit put down". When asked about disposing of the body she replied that it was a simple matter ... "dump his body in the road. Once the first car has gone over 'im it'll look like an RTA". This is not a dog who really cares what you think.
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