We celebrate Flounder's birthday on MLK day so the big guy is officially 14 years old now.
At 14, he is blind and deaf, but I can't see that his amazing canine nose is diminished at all. He can't keep up with Bear and I on our runs, but he tracks us, nose down, following our every turn and twist.
He's wobbley when he walks, but he walks and even does a little canter at times. His hips are weak, but apparently not painful. A back rub causes him to just collapse to the ground, followed by vigorous rolling around. (that's happened to me before too ... heehee)
Junior thinks he's faking the frail old dog act as he caught Flounder in the act of knocking over an outside trash can for fermenting goodies this weekend.
I thought he might whither away after his sister Feather died a few months ago, ... they were so inseparable.
That didn't happen and he seems pretty content to spend his days sleeping on the porch and getting scritches and rubs from his family.
We are pretty content to just keep loving him.