This is my 9 year old puppy, Charlie.
He's a mutt, and I love him. (not more than I love you Mike)
He's getting up there in dog years and I know that someday soon I'll get a call from Mom telling me that my little bundle of fluffy happiness has gone away. But until then, I still enjoy playing with him and chasing him around the house. My family and fiancée still roll their eyes at me when I dress Charlie up or "dance" with him. I don't mind.
The poor little guy is getting arthritis in one of his front paws. Sometimes he can't make his way up to my bed so a little whimper let's me know that assistance is needed.
"If you want the best seat in the house, move the dog."
"If your dog is fat, you aren't getting enough exercise."
(hmmm...thinking there is some truth to this one)
"There is no snooze button on a dog who wants breakfast."
"When dogs leap onto your bed, it's because they adore being with you. When cats leap onto your bed, it's because they adore your bed."
Do you have pets?