Currently he has a touch of arthritis and a persistent case of diarrhea.
There is a fogginess in his eyes of brown.
In our home he has hundreds of names, “Anubis, Nuba, Nunu, Nubanana, Nubanu.”
He tolerates the kisses I plant on his brow with aplomb.
No one loves this old man more than I.
He still lunges at full speed after flocks of geese and squirrels.
If you care about this sort of thing, this was the result of an exercise to create a "reverse acrostic."ReplyDelete