I love this old dog. She doesn’t see as well as she used to and she’s been to the vet more in the last 3 years than all her other years combined but she’s still going strong. Running around out in the pasture and still keeps slipping on the ice even when Kenny reminds her to take it easy. We’ve had her since she was a really young puppy, she’s 13 now. A gift from my sister who was hoping for a chocolate lab and got a homely little orange puppy instead. For me, it was love at first sight and she turned into the cutest dog ever. We took her everywhere with us. She liked camping OK, didn’t appreciate the racoons raiding her food dish and whined on long hikes until Kenny would carry her, but she was a good camper. She also loved trail riding with us and especially loved letting Ann’s horse Nicki’s tail swish in her face as she walked behind the horses. Every once and awhile she’d look up and whine at me, like “can’t I ride the horse too?” She’s managed to not get stepped on or kicked by the horses (unlike Lucy who has yet to get the hint) and in her older years prefers to stay home then venture out in the car. She loves cats and anything small and little. She will heel when you take her for a walk but only if you don’t put leash on her. Her one and only trick involves spinning around in a circle repeatedly whenever someone says “Ok, do your trick.” Her best talent is posing for photos. I’m pretty sure she’s the worlds most photographed dog and has learned to pose quite nicely over the years. Patience she has in spades, which is good because I don’t have any. She’s just been a really great dog, and while I hate the thought of her growing old – I’m glad she’s still spry enough to give Lucy a run for her money. Happy Birthday M-dog.