Me? Old?

Here's the proof I'm not old and decrepit. That's me playing with the other gray one. We really tear up the place. Sometimes I get a little carried away but she never seems to mind. I think I could be the boss of her, but the lady won't let me. She says, "That's enough!" or "Calm down!" when we get too rowdy. So then I put my ears back and give her a big smile, because I don't want to do anything to make her want to send me back to the shelter. I like it here!