The old man (Andy) is fourteen today.
He acts like he feels every minute of it. He doesn't chase cats anymore. He sleeps all day and snores. He's very gray in the face, and has old, tired eyes.
But his appetite is still good, he still patrols the yard (although much slower), and still jumps for joy and barks wildly when my wife and sons get home. I guess he does the same for me too.
Since dogs age about seven-times faster than we do, watching him go from a puppy to an old geezer gives me an interesting perspective on my own life.
My knee hurts today, and I don't even know what I did to it! In his own way, Andy knows all about it.