She is an almost 14 year old Entlebucher Mountain Dog who thinks she is still a puppy. She hasn’t let her dodgy, distinguished old-lady hips stop her from following me up and down the stairs and all around The Farmhouse backyard.
She’s been my best buddy for almost 14 and a half years, since I rescued her in Bloomington, Indiana when she was 6 weeks old. Together we’ve gone on countless hikes, played infinite games of catch, lived in 8 cities, and crossed state-lines/time-zones. She hates getting groomed and will wedge herself under beds or in a cactus patch when she hears the mobile groomer’s truck turns onto the street.