It's like we wake up one day, look at our dogs and wonder where that puppy or young dog went. It's hard to believe.
This morning, Tasha goes out to potty. Ronan instantly jumps up in bed and takes my spot - pillow and all. He hasn't changed much. In about half an hour, he'll come wandering out, yawning loudly and stretching, letting everyone know he's ready for us to stop what we're doing and take him outside and fuss over him. At 10, he'll be bouncing off the walls, ready to do something - anything. Play, go for a ride, walk, or an hour's worth of Find if you let him. At 11, he wants his nap. We take him places and people want to know how we got a license for a red wolf, coyote, or wolf hybrid. Others insist he's part husky. Lots of people want a Shikoku, but unless they have experience with a high energy dog and a Spitz breed, I tell them they should probably pass. LOL! He's a lot of stubborn mischief in an often over caffeinated 40 pound package.
I love him to pieces - he's a lot of fun.
Tasha is more quiet. Subdued. We don't take her places anymore because she gets carsick and her balance is horrible. Cars are just too much. But everyone marveled at how good, quiet, and sweet she was. Then they promptly ask if she's a snow dog. ??? Then, when we tell them she's an Akita, they back away like she has Ebola.
She's going to have to go down as the most well behaved, gentle, willing, easy-going dog I have ever had the pleasure of having in my life.
Connie - 17? WOW! I think some dogs' spirits are more determined than their bodies.