And then I heard there was a movie by the same moniker and I was flattered although it is a sad sad story about a faithful dog. THAT I am. Not the OLD part, just the faithful. That is where the similarity ends. I’m neither old nor a retriever, as in the movie.
My FURS are F-a-w-n, Mommy! Not Yellow!
It was bugging me so finally, during our evening cuddle, I asked “Mommy, why do you call me Old Yeller?”
Because, she said sweetly, you have been YELLING all the time lately.
My box bed is looking pretty comfortable about now.