This is my puppy, 11 year-old Jack, for all of you that requested a photo after my last post :)
I'm not one to pray usually, but I'm praying for him. He isn't sick now but his hips are terrible, and he still likes to chase squirrels and the last thing I want is for him to break or dislocate his hip. I am a natural-born worrier. I give him a kiss every night while I'm here in Maryland. He has the little spot on the top of his head that has always smelled like fresh pine trees and that earthy smell just before it rains, ever since he was a puppy...I try to commit that smell to memory.