After one of our greyhounds died by being hit by a car, I thought the other one would certainly go shortly thereafter.  You see, Morgan (our living one) was born 23 September 2000.  I don’t know this because I’m a fanatic… you can look it up here since she was a registered racing dog (and she won 1st in seven races and 2nd in ten).  So that makes her pushing 13 years old.  Greyhounds have an average lifespan of 10-12 or 11-13 years depending on your source of information.  The point: she’s old.

She shows it too.  You can tell in her stature.  She spends more time sleeping.  She has a harder time getting up from a laying position.  Every once in a while, I catch her back legs giving out on her a little bit.  Truth be told, I’m dreading the day I have to do something about it.

But then she catches me off guard too.  Like when I come home from work: she probably saves up every ounce of energy to mob me at the door and, on rare occasions, she’ll still jump up on me like she did as a pup… then her back legs realize they can’t handle it and she hops back down on all fours before they collapse.

And then comes the big surprise.  I let her outside every morning.  She usually spends 15 minutes rooting around the acreage, excreting here or there, before she yelps to come back inside.

This morning marks the second time this has happened in about two weeks… Only instead of me getting to the door and being like “what the hell?“, the kids came into the computer room screaming about Morgan and something going to heaven:

Morgan and the Rabbit

Yep.  That’s a rabbit in her mouth.  One of the many that matriculate at our great yard.  This one I think was mid-aged since it’s of decent size and already had a battle scar in its ear (it was torn in two).  The one she got two weeks ago was probably a 3-4 month old youngster.

It amazes me though.  Here I have this dog that’s the equivalent of 100 years old.  Yet she still has the get-up and spunk to best a rabbit in its prime.  I’m just thankful she doesn’t have dementia and mistake our indoor cat for a rabbit.

I hope when I’m 100 (I’ll even accept 80), that I can go and run a track race and do almost as good as I did in my prime.

Here’s to hopeful wishing.  In the meantime, anyone up for some Game Meat Stew?

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  • Laura

    It really amazes me that she caught and killed the bunnies with no teeth!

    • I didn’t tell you? We got her doggie dentures…
      (kidding)

  • Millie

    Take the dog with you when your camping and she will bring you fresh meat, forget the dehydrated food.

    • Pam

      Only if you’re the first to try it!

  • Michael Winslow

    Kinda makes one think about the old “Mind is willing, but the body…? Maybe not.”
    (I’ll try chasing an armadillo across the field and let you know…)

  • Michael Winslow

    Maybe she remembers having to chase the fake one around the track at the beginning of the race…. “Just wait…. I’ll get that rabbit someday!!!! Ah-ha…. a rabbit!!! My big chance!!!!” : ) (from Mom!!)