What's your sleep number?
To be more clear, had an elderly blue tick hound (yep, another stray) when I grew up. His name was Charlie, and he had to contend with a household full of cats. They were there before he arrived, and owned the house, as cats will.
We never knew how old he was, but he was a gentleman, perfectly trained, and knew how to point for birds. We suspected he belonged to a hunter that turned him out when he got too old to follow in the field.
The cars teased him endlessly, and bless his heart, he put up with it. When the cats finished their food, he would quietly clean up the scraps.
Unfortunately, that tended to give him horrible flatulence. To the point that you could hear the blast across the house. He would startle awake, sniff the air suspiciously, then slink away to a much less stenchy spot.
Most of the time, he would lie in a cool spot in the hall. If he didn't, well you can imagine the rest. South Florida, in the summer, no air conditioning...
We lost Charlie to very old age when I graduated from college and was away as a plank-owning member in good standing of the Tonkin Gulf Yacht Club. He was a loyal, sweet tempered, loving gentleman. Still miss his gentle ways.
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