My first born, Macy J., turned 8 last Monday. The vet told me she is entering her geriatric phase of life which makes me sad. I have had Macy since she was 6 weeks old and picked her out when she was only 2 weeks. She was the runt of four pups and I knew she was the one for me. She is a good dog, needy, but good. Her last report at the vet showed she had a little bit of a fatty liver, so instead of Happy Meals, Wes bought her a 26 inch rawhide bone for she and Roscoe. She also got a lottery ticket but did not win (hey, she has to try and earn her keep!).
Macy, Roscoe and Violet
Me and my other girl...Miss Macy J. 
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