It's tough being old, especially if you're a dog. I have two friends that identify as old dogs, and they're exactly that, and they accept it.

I was walking both of them down the road yesterday, tied to a split lease so they could do their own thing. Both of them were prancing high, heads up and proud to be a dog in this hot humid Pensacola neighborhood.

All of a sudden, a blue Mercedes came to a stop in the middle of the road in front of us. There is only one sexy blue Benz in town, and it belongs to one of the dogs owner. We were busted.

Our wonderful jaunt around the block came to a screeching halt, as Zinny recognized the car and the driver. It was her momma Shelby, heading home, and Zinny had to be there, right now.

The walk around the block was over. Zinny positioned herself in the direction of home and would not budge. She has a choke chain that I can pull on, force her to walk around the block with me and the little white dog, but she wasn't moving, so we went home.

Shelby's new I-Phone has died on her, and she needs it for work. Nobody calls me, so I gave her mine, but that don't work for her either.

She went to Stormy's son's birthday party last night that I should have made, they made mine, but I've missed it, sorry guys. I'm not good at socializing, I really need to work on that.

I just wrapped up my Florida Medicare Advantage package over the phone with my new agent Leighton. I'll be getting a package in the mail about a week from now, that I can use as my second piece of mail here. Which I can then use to finish up my vehicle and drivers license registration downtown. Florida has probably the strictest ID requirements in the country.

Shelbs may be going to New Orleans next weekend and I'll be watching the dogs. She hinted that I could go if I wanted, but I've been there three times in my life and got into trouble each visit, so, no thanks.

As to this picture, it appeared in the corner of the mancave yesterday, and it looks like a ghost to me.