It seems like only yesterday that Dewey was a tiny little puppy that could fit into the palm of my hand. He is till any enough to sit in the palm of my hand but in August, he is going to be 8 years old! That’s just crazy! And this special, special boy is aging quite gracefully I must say. Sure, his teeth – the few he has left – age him, but he keeps up with the high energy youngins’, not slowing down one iota.
The only thing that I have noticed just recently is that his light, self-colored pigment has darkened and his ticking spots have increased on his legs and head. Like me and my age spots I suppose. I wish my greys would darken gracefully!! Guess I am not so lucky!