A Distinguished Gentleman

At eleven years old, I think Cyrus is entering his distinguished gentleman phase. I mean, look at the seriousness of that face and the way his blanket so elegantly curves around him. The ears are upright and alert to what is happening in the world (well, just outside the window on our street). Is it possible that he’s aging gracefully?

Well, no. Right after this photo was taken he jumped up on the edge of the couch barking at the passing Fedex delivery person and then got his nose slobber all over the window. After that, he begged for his favorite meatball treats and insisted on playing with the squeakiest of all squeaky toys.

Distinguished? Not at all. A gentleman? I’m pretty sure the Fedex delivery person would say, “No.”

But for now, enjoy this photo of a dapper middle-aged dog and, as always . . .

Stay Curious.