This is Roxy. She is one of three members of our motley crew of dogs. I tend to think of her as as my pup, because our other two dogs are both 12 years old. But looking at this photo reminds me that she is no spring chicken. She’s 8 this year, and if you look close she’s starting to show her age.
Our neighbor up the road has a lab puppy that comes to play at our house on occasion. Wyokiddo is in love with the puppy, and says the puppy is her favorite dog in the whole wide world.
I understand. Puppies are fun. They are cute. They have sweet faces that you just want to smooch on. Everyone loves puppies. But for me, there’s nothing better than a loyal old dog. A dog that let’s my 3-year old dress her up in play jewelry or climbs up the plastic slide just because the 3-yeard old asked her to. A dog that lays at the threshold of Outdoor Guy’s closed bedroom door because he wants to be close to his master at all times. A dog that knows when I am sad and offers his head for a scratch because he wants to make me feel better. A defender. A protector. A friend.
Our dogs have a lot of miles on them. But I know we are all better for the journey.
“Dog ownership is like a rainbow. Puppies are the joy at one end. And old dogs the treasure at the other.” Carolyn Alexander