“When you say ‘dog-speed,’ what do you mean?” I asked in response to her strange ‘good-bye.’
All I can think of are our dog’s.
The eldest is 11-year’s old. He’s not as spry as he once was, enjoying sleeping on the couch and not being outside running with the others.
Then there’s the middle dog, who at nine-years, enjoys sunning herself and wrestling with the youngest. As for the’s youngest, he’s still a puppy, racing all over the place.
She frowns at me, “I said ‘God-speed, not dog-speed’”
With a stupid smile on my face, I simply replied, “Oh. Sorry.”