Happy birthday to my oldest dog Porter, who turned eight years old on Saturday. Holy crap! I can’t believe it. My three dogs are all getting older, and inching towards double digits.
The big news for Porter this year is that he’s gotten back into the lean, hound dog shape of yesteryear. I credit this to two things: Porter is eating less stuff in the yard (acorns and poop, mostly), and being on a raw food diet. I fully credit Sedagive? for making both of those things happen. She and her oldest son Gojira have been diligent scooping up the dog grenades in the backyard.
Happy birthday to my first and most true canine companion. May you have many more.