Our four-legged girls are looking pretty old lately.
I can’t believe I got Macey when she was a mere puppy nine years ago … I was single, working as the quality assurance coordinator for a regional vending company, and living by myself in a hole-in-the-wall one-bedroom apartment.
I got her because she was a boxer / black lab mix, and I thought she’d be able to protect me.
Except for the teeny tiny fact that she would hide and pee anytime someone looked at her.
She weighs over 70lbs, she can bite a steak bone in half, and her paws are bigger than a toddler’s hands … but she’s still skittish around strangers.