It is generally accepted that a dog lives 7 years or so for every one of ours.
Our Jack Russell is heading towards 11, but most days we forget that. She zooms around, sticking close to Homer, running far afield to do what Jacks do: catch rodents.
Sunday she was moving as usual on the farm. Running, sniffing, digging, chasing. But since then she has had trouble moving. One of her front legs has been favored, with her putting little to no weight on it, moving slowly and gingerly. She is improving sand looked much better today.
And as she heads toward 80 we need to remember that, and maybe get her a doggie massage to ease those tight muscles.
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