He's older now. He can't jump as high as he once did (scroll to bottom of the blog). But his spirit is willing and his heart is strong. He shadows my husband, Alpha Dog, with an almost pathological demeanor. He jumps to attention every time the truck keys jangle. He cries when we go away leaving him in the hands of his granny and our sons. He's happiest riding in the truck, head out the window, barking as cars go by. He is probably 9-10 years old now, once a runaway pup, about 6 months old, when we took him in.
His name is Dewey.
