As I write this, my dog Chester is being kind of a pain in the butt. He’s fussing and fidgeting because I’m sitting on the couch with my wife instead of lying on the bed with him.  He turned sixteen in January and according to my Vet, that puts him now well past the century in human years.  So I try to be gentle with his eccentricities and just be thankful he’s still here.

My Friend Chester

My dog is digging at my bed,
I wish that he would quit.
But I can’t be too angry ’cause
He’s sixteen and a bit.

He’s only acting out because,
He thinks I should he there.
He loves to cuddle all the time,
He lives on love I swear.

I miss my dog when I’m at work,
He seems to miss me too.
First thing when I get home each day,
I pet my dog it’s true.

Now Chester’s been my friend you see,
For over sixteen years.
He’s shared my dreams and shared my life,
My laughter and my tears.

I guess he’s earned the right to be,
At times kind of a pain.
But if I had the choice or chance,
I’d do it all again.

Cheers, Winston