The sweetest (small) dog we've ever had. Pepper, AKA Pippa Dippa.He's getting real old. It's strange, but it's the cutest thing. I kind of think of his as a slightly senile old man. The cute kind.
He's got these big longing eyes. And he can't help it if he pees himself. He barks/talks when there's nothing to bark/talk to.
And he's put on some weight and his body has changed. He's almost entirely blind, but you wouldn't know it by the way he gets around our house. One of the only times it's noticeable is when all the lights go off before bedtime and we all leave the room. He just stands there. When it gets dark too quickly, he can't adjust. Sometimes we forget he's going blind.
But he's a sturdy old dog. At a ripe old age of whatever he is (he's a shelter dog, so we really don't know), he still runs and plays ball (if he can see it), he hangs with the big girls (my dogs), and keeps the little one (my mom's other poodle, Bowie) in line.
And despite his vision going, he sniffer still works like a Bloodhound's. He can smell food from a mile away and'll be at your seat in 0.7 seconds if you sit down with a plate. As if every nibble could be his last bite, he savors everything from lettuce to venison.
Anyone who says people food is bad for a dog, see exhibits A-D: Lucy, Blondie, Pepper, and Bowie. They're hearty, strong, and beautiful dogs. This is a potentially controversial topic, but anyone should know I'd never do anything that I believe could potentially harm my children (AKA pets).
I'm going to do my best to post tomorrow through Monday, but I'll be out of town and have no idea when or where I'll find internet access. I'll still take the pictures, but worse case scenario -- I post them on Monday night/Tuesday when I get home from Texas.
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