Something about getting older mellows us out. I know I feel it as I approach my next big milestone birthday.
Funny thing is, I think it also happens with dogs. Oliver, our pal and trusty mascot, went for his yearly check-up at the vets. I was shocked when she said "he is middle age now, you know". That explained it! He is now the middle aged mellow dog.
Oliver has always been a pretty friendly dog. Occasionally in his younger days when we were hiking or at the beach, if he felt threatened by a larger dog, he would stand up on his hind legs and show his fangs. It was pretty funny as most large dogs just ignored him. He is only 17 pounds, so even when standing on his hind legs he isn't that big. We affectionately started calling him "White Fang".
Now that he is "middle age" he wants to be a pack dog. No more white fang for Oliver. It's actually kind of cute. Now on beach days he loves running with the pack.
Pamela-Real Estate Romantic