always ended up tucking him into a jacket midway through the walk.
In fact, we learned we needed to add another half hour because so many people would stop and say hello, or rather "ooh" and "aah" and fuss over him. Grown men would throw down their shovels and coo like new mothers. People would stop their cars and dash out through traffic to get to the sidewalk. I'm not exaggerating. Every walk was like this. Even now, people stop to give him a pat on the head.
He endured his share of humiliations over the years. Interesting wardrobe choices and bad haircuts, like so many of us.
And who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks? He learned to swim at the age of seven. After years of trying to coax him into the water, he suddenly decided that swimming after sticks was fun. This from a dog who would sidestep puddles.
You may be getting gray, and your eyesight isn't what it used to be. You kinda smell a bit like old socks and ripe cheese and your breath could strip paint, but I love you just the same.
Live long and prosper.