Aging Gracefully

Diggity's Golden Rules

Diggity’s Golden Rules

• I wait for the door to be fully opened for me before I go out even though the doggy door is always open.

• I hate getting groomed, but I love how my hair looks after.

• My favorite song is “Hot Diggity Dog.” My least favorite is “No Diggity.” Duh.

• When I go to the pumpkin patch, I’m the pumpkin.

• Whatever food or toys I have are mine and mine alone. The food or toys the cats have are also mine.

• On walks, I like to turn around when I’m tired. Or just stop. I don’t mind being carried.

• When I’m out with my friends I tend to laugh at my own jokes.

  

• Sometimes I need to use my cuteness to my advantage. Sad eyes work on my parents every time. Or going “frumph” with a heavy sigh.

• I like when bags look just like me.

• I really, really don’t like the rain.

• I once chased after a horse on the beach in Half Moon Bay. The horse, of course, didn’t care. I like to show my toughness.

• I like all of my stuffed animal friends to look just like me.

• I approach all SUVs driving down the road because I think they are my mom’s car. I do it just in case.

• I prefer to sit on my dad’s legs unless otherwise noted.

• I like to sunbathe on my chair.

• I have more rules, but one of them is to be concise so I’ll end here: “Always leave them wanting more, but not because you haven't given them enough.”