I spent yesterday evening at my brother's house and finally got to meet his little six-month-old Boston Terrier, Pinky. (Who, by the way, looks JUST like Deb's Paris!)
A couple weeks ago I mentioned that my friend's little Shih-Tzu mix, Koa, was "aggressively friendly". Holy Moo! Koa ain't got nuttin' on Pinky! I was lucky to make it out of there alive! There's no end to that little dog's energy! There's just no stopping her!
Yet, on the flipside, it was pretty sad to see King, my brother's 12-year-old Rottweiller trying to hobble around. His hips gave out a couple weeks ago, and he can barely walk any more. Of course, the fact that King even made it to the age of 12 is almost a miracle. Rotts just don't live that long... But, I really don't think he's gonna be around much longer...
