Jack-iversary

Yesterday, Jack's other family sent birthday greetings for him.  We don't really know when his birthday is, but that was the day that they adopted him eight years ago.  He is now somewhere between 13 and 16 years young.  They still love him and he will always be part of their family, too.

Back in November, we celebrated our one year anniversary with Jack (Jack-iversary?).  In fact, we ended up taking him on almost the exact same hike as we did one year earlier.  Back then, he had only been in Colorado for a few hours after a late-night drive from Oklahoma.  He didn't know what hiking was.  Now, he is a pro.  He and his sister, Sky, inspect my clothes and shoes as I get dressed each morning to see if it is going to be a hiking day.  If they decide that it is, then we had better not try to sneak out of the house without them.  With a hiking buddy this adorable, why would we?

Jack's first day:

One year later:

I think we'll keep him.

 

Happy

My mom put a curse on me back when I was a teenager.  She told me, "I hope you have a daughter just like you someday."  Ha!  I just won't have kids!  Wrong, I got my curse in dog-form.

Happy is ridiculously goofy, uncoordinated, stubborn, sweet, and one hell of a playground monitor.  She can't stand it if one of the other dogs growls playing tug-of-war, or the kitties wrestle.  She will come and try to break up any perceived fight.  This foster-failure is an absolute whore for attention and knows how to work a room.  Please don't wear black clothes when you come visit.

 

Anderson

Anderson is a forever puppy.  At 13 years old, he is still muppet-like.  He has been mistaken for a black bear on more than one occasion.  When he gets his annual haircut, he is a chupacabra.  These days, he keeps the couch warm and collects leaves, branches, and snow every time he ventures outside.  He is better than velcro.  Even kittens stick to his fur.

 

Jack the Skipper

We recently gained another old dog - Jack the Skipper.  Jack is somewhere between 12 and 15 years old.  He came to live with us because he tried to eat a baby's face.  So, we took him hiking and bought him doggy ice cream.  I guess you could say that we rewarded him for bad behavior.  Yep, that's what we do.

Welcome!

Welcome to The Old Dogs blog!  We (the old dog guardians) are a couple of non-conforming, permanently immature, fur-loving, kids-at-heart-but-not-a-fan-of-kids, Colorado-living sweetpeas.  Our home is currently (as of this hour) shared with four dogs (1 middle-aged, 2 seniors, and 1 ancient), 2 cats, and a tremendously dumb house sparrow.  It is required to have a healthy sense of humor to enjoy the stories that we are about to share.  Also, there might be profanity, so you've been warned.  There is the inevitable sadness when you share your life with an old dog - but fuck that (we warned you), this blog aims to entertain.  Put on your thick skin and enjoy the endearing qualities of old dogs.