Walking my dog this am I found the neighbor's dog, Lucky, laying on the ground dead. Bummer. Hated to do it, but couldn't walk away, so I knocked on the door to inform her. Well, the dog was 9 years old and probably about 60 pounds, so 9 years is in the ballpark for lifespan, but probably on the shorter end.
Thinking back, this dog probably was afflicted with some malady, as when Cookie and I would pass by (Cookie is only 1 year old), they would sniff through the fence and Lucky would make a weird whimper/moan sound. Only once in the couple dozen times we visited along the fence, did Lucky get spunky and do play bows and run up and down the fence with Cookie.
To leave this post on a bright note, here is my dog, Cookie, about 10 months old, eating snow. Cookie is about 19 inches high between the front shoulders and weighs 45 pounds. Shepherd mix of some sort.
And in a chewing mood:
Thinking back, this dog probably was afflicted with some malady, as when Cookie and I would pass by (Cookie is only 1 year old), they would sniff through the fence and Lucky would make a weird whimper/moan sound. Only once in the couple dozen times we visited along the fence, did Lucky get spunky and do play bows and run up and down the fence with Cookie.
To leave this post on a bright note, here is my dog, Cookie, about 10 months old, eating snow. Cookie is about 19 inches high between the front shoulders and weighs 45 pounds. Shepherd mix of some sort.

And in a chewing mood:
