Kenobi is turning eleven this week. Maybe it would be better to say he is turning as close to eleven as close to this week as we know. That is because my wonderful, loving, gentle beagle is a rescue dog. He came from BREW, Beagle Rescue, Education, and Welfare. BREW took him out of a shelter, and his prior history was unknown. Since the vet estimated him to be about a year and a half old when we got him, we designated his birthday as the day a year and a half before the day we took him home. I am incredibly grateful to BREW for taking him in, and I am incredibly lucky to have him as my dog.
|Kenobi likes to sit on the couch|
|He often lounges on pillows|
He is a very happy dog. His tail wags constantly. He has had back problems, so his waggy tail doesn't stick straight up like it used to, but he still wags it as much as ever. Kenobi is so happy that he is even happy when he goes to the vet. No dog likes to go to the vet! They hate it. They are afraid. Not Kenobi. Kenobi wags his tail and gets excited to see the vet and the nurses and everyone who works there.
|He also likes blankets|
The beagle is also extremely stubborn and dedicated to following his nose when he is outside. Little furry creatures interest him the most. He has seen a horse, but it didn't faze him. Kenobi is friendly with other dogs, but he'd much rather be with people. He loves people. He can't get enough of them.
The reality of Kenobi getting older is starting to set in. It's upsetting to think about. I look at photos of him when he was younger and see him before his face turned grey. I notice him slowing down. The onset of arthritis has him going up and down stairs more carefully. That being said, catch him at dinner time or at my grandparents' house where he knows he'll be getting several treats and a continual supply of ice cubes, and it's like he's three again. That's the thing about dogs, isn't it? They bring such joy into our lives, but they are destined to break our hearts. Kenobi is my forever dog. I cherish each day I have with him.