I have two Chesapeake Bay Retrievers, Bart, who is at least 15 years old and Curly who is 9. They are my shadows, room to room, even if I move from chair to couch, they get up and move with me.
Bart now needs help getting up the deck steps. It didn't help that someone shot him in the hind quarters in 1998. He was the constant companion of my late boyfriend, who passed away in 2002. Curly is happy if he can find a slipper or shoe to carry around. I took him in one day before he was scheduled to go to the humane society.
I love my big brown doggies.
:-D :-D
Barty
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Curly
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