This was when Dingo and I first met 7 years ago. He was 30 lbs skinnier and I was 30 lbs heavier.
He’s still cute but I have to give him glucosamine for his old man joints. Pill pocket things are a blessing.
This is how I clip his nails with a rotary tool.
He’s still a jerk. Won’t let me put my pots & pans away.
He does let little Bella win though.
Does not care where he sleeps. I have to sweep around him.
I’ve gotten a hairline fracture in my toe from tripping over him.
Extension cord pillow.
This is much better.