Golden Days in the Golden Years

As the senior canine of the household, and the only one with hair so big it can be used as a body weapon, I rule the roost. Yes, at 14, I'm still going strong. It's a really good day when I can steal my kid sister or brother's pork roll and torture them by guarding it for a few hours (my teeth are a little worn to chew it myself). If I can do that, get a good afternoon nap, beg for a few dog cookies, and end my day with a promenade through the park then I'm one happy little camper.