Always a PUPPY, Never a DOG
Everyone’s thrilled to meet and greet a new puppy—like a new baby. But, what about older dogs? Do they still have the same allure? Lev and Sage have kept their great physiques and playful ways and noone suspects they’re 10 and seven years old—except till Lev hoists her chin to reaveal her little grey beard. Lev and Sage can still out-walk and out-bark me. And, better than that, they just seem to know what to do and when, without me having to tell them. Even the things that I didn’t train, they show they’ve picked up along the way (when they want to). They’re used to my irregular routine—that the day might start early and end late (or vice versa), even if they’re not happy about having to hang around the house. They also recognize head-aches and flus as no-walk days—when I need to retire to bed with a couple of live teddybears as nurse-maids. It’s me and them and them and me, special bonds that only get better every day.
