It's September 6 and I want to give a woof-out to my two-legged grandma, who, if my floppy ears didn't deceive me, is 84 years old today, according to my daddy. You read that right: 84 years!
I know what you're going to say, that seems impossible, right? I mean, here we cockapoos are struggling to make it to 15 or 20 years. And many of your mono-breeds can't make it much past 10. And here's my two-legged grandma at 84. But it's right. You see, the two-legged ones live a lot longer. I don't know how they do it, maybe it has something to do with Einstein's theories or maybe it's because they aren't forced to eat dog food all their lives. But there you have it.
Well anyhow, happy birthday grandma.