DUKE
Duke is fourteen years old now, he is a sweet old boy. When he was a year old my husband found someone beating him with a two by four. He was on a two foot leash and he was covered in mud and his own feces. Needless to say my husband took him away from the situation, and gave him love, food, a bath and a life. For years he would break his leash and run for the sheer exileration of freedom he was denied in his first sad year. No one could blame him after such a cruel fate.
These days as a result of age and old injuries from his dark time he is on daily medication for back pain, the stairs are a big obstical for him now. He is happy though, still surrounded by love and spoiled with whatever his little heart desires. Thirteen good years out of fourteen can't be all that bad. He still runs away when hes feeling spry, just to feel the wind in his fur I'm sure, he always comes back with that sparkle in his eye...one wonders how he manages with his back in such poor condition. He is indeed a lucky dog, and we wish many a more year to him.