I am still living by the same rules -- with some differences. I no longer run with my people. As recently as a month ago, I was able to walk down to the bus stop with the family, but even that is challenging now. Don't get me wrong: I still roam the yard, checking out the chickens and I still visit all the best bathroom spots. I just do it a bit more... slowly. And not quite as gracefully. But I still get out there.
Playing also looks a bit different. Like these days I mostly lay on my side while you pet me. It's awesome.
Eating is the same. Two scoops of Holistic Select, which I inhale in ten seconds mostly without chewing (note: I am aware of those disgusting little pills in there, by the way). Also, I have noticed my human every now and then giving me table scraps. He never used to do that. Also awesome.
And the sleeping is similar, except I'm not really doing stairs these days, Downstairs in the front room and living room is fine for me these days.
I want you to know I still love life and am a happy dog. In my old age, I am okay that things look a bit slower and slightly different. It's all about being in a great spot with loving people. And food. It's always about the food.