In case you were wondering if I'd gone to doggie heaven, the answer is "NO!" I'm still here. Just older, still a "puppy," as Liz reminds me. I can't help myself. Instinct just kicks in. If I smell a squirrel, I'm off. If I hear a bang or thunder, I want to hide.
Next March I'll be 10 years old. Older than Liz. So, I'll be top dog in our house. YES!!!!
Liz and I on the bluebell trail near Manassas, Virginia