My Really Good Boy Dog Belty (Mom’s Main Man) is having tummy problems today, and it is causing him to pass gas – really exceptionally bad gas – I mean go outside and get some fresh air bad gas. But, I am feeling very thankful right now that my good boy Belty is here with me stinking up the house.
We don’t really know how old he is. He was a stray when we adopted him, and they guessed at about a year and a half old at the time. So, we have done the math ever since.
So, we guess he is 13. He is slowing down. (not fair. He is too good of a Boy.) He is getting old. His system is not all working well any more. His digestive tract, particularly, does not work well any more.
Sometimes he throws up, sometimes his tummy makes a lot of noise, and sometimes he just passes really awful gas.
Today, I am feeling very thankful that my good boy Belty is here with me stinking up the house.
I really dread losing him. I’m over fifty and have outlived several good dogs, but Belty is the best dog in the history of dogs. Here’s a blog I wrote a blog about him: Belty, the best dog in the history of the world, is not going to live much longer…..
So why am I writing this blog entry about how I love his stinky gas?
Many years ago, in Ann Landers or Dear Abby, (advice columnists for many years and twin sisters) there were a series of letters from wives whose husbands were snoring so loud that they could not sleep. Day after day, letters complaining about snoring husbands.
Then one day, a letter that has stayed with me all these years. I can’t remember it verbatim, but I’ll never forget the sentiment. This woman wrote in one day and said:
I wish my hubby was alive again so that I could listen to him snore just one more time.
That one statement has really meant something to me in various ways over the years.
So, today, I am very thankful that my good boy Belty is alive and with me, no matter what he is doing.
I love you, Belty Boo. You are the best dog in the history of the world.