Puppy turned 8 years old on February 8th. I'm not sure of the exact day because he was a gift from my former awesome secretary Elaine. He is a male, not quite the Ankle biter but still going strong at eight years old or 56 in human years. He is a handsome boy. I first called him Barney, but as a puppy getting under feet and doing his business in the house, Sandi would constantly yell at him and call him Puppy. Puppy, outside, Puppy, no, Puppy out of the flowers etc. One day I called him in the house by his given name Barney and he looked at me like, who the heck are you talking to? So Puppy our handsome Sheltie rules the roost, but don't tell that to Jojo and certainly not Skeeter our cat!
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