Thursday, May 6, 2010
Our miniature Dachshund, Bailey, is 14-years-old today. I remember bringing him home when he was just eight weeks old. He was almost three when I met Kent, but, over time, he became more Kent's dog. During Kent's illness, his loyalty to Kent was very evident and was often found nestled along Kent's side. Since Kent died and even moreso since our 13-year-old yellow Lab died recently, his age has caught up with him in that he looks and acts like an old dog; although, our three month old Lab puppy gets a rise out of him every once in awhile. For the most part though, this old dog is low-key and prefers lounging around on the floor soaking up the heat from sunlight beaming through a window or curling up next to me on the couch in the evening.