I'm slightly obsessive with my dogs. Right now, they're the only children I have, so I minus well spoil the crap out of them while I can. This year, May 16th, Killer turns eight years old. If he could talk, he would tell you that his mom and dad starves him (he got put on a diet since he was a whopping three lbs over weight), that he really enjoys the walks through the open space (but not when we have to walk over the bridge with water under it) and he loves his girlfriend Penny (a cute wiener dog). He also enjoyed spending his 7th year of age tanning out on the deck, ripping apart stuffed animals and bossing his little, bigger brother Kona around.
If you see him this month, give him a hug... or a greenie (he needs it) and wish him happy birthday.
Peace and Love,