Here's a picture of Neechee the "old man" here at 9.5 years old. While his face is finally starting to gray and he has slowed down, he still considers it his job to rage at the cats through his crate once a month (Oh how I would love to have him running loose inside when I get home in the evenings but I'd have to sacrifice the cats and that isn't going to happen) and to sniff the fluffy girls and see if they might like an older man. It is one of the more difficult things about dog ownership watching them age but the alternative having been through it is just as bad. The longer they live the more they entwine themself with you though, losing a young dog is tragic, losing an old dog is epic, so long live the Neech, I don't need any epics for awhile.
On a lighter note this tiger stripey looking pup is "Ruslan" or Avalon
Zavaristsky Athos from our "Z" litter. He is living large in Kansas and his owner who is a very good dog trainer is already channeling some of that puppy energy into the organized pursuit of a dumbbell. Bully for her!!
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