Water dish is empty. Bone dry empty. Poor dogs are thirsty. Fill it up, put it on the floor. Old man dog goes first. They have a system. He has dibs, every time.
Laying on the floor, playing with young man dog. Old man dog drinks and drinks. Both are thirsty, he goes first.
He is done. Young man dog jumps up for his turn. He gets his drink. Old man dog comes over slowly, his hips betraying his age. I get a lick, just one lick while I lay on the floor. Your welcome buddy. I love you too.