Old dogs are the best dogs.

Kaleb and Pleat enjoy some foot time by the Campfire this weekend.
They were fast friends. The old boys club :)

I don't know what it is, but old dogs are extra special. As Jane aged I swear I loved her more - if that was even possible. I was so scared of her aging - that meant retirement from sports which at the time seemed like a huge deal, then time passed and I realized that sports are a small part of their lives and my life with them. It's all about the little things - those are what really matter, those are the things I remember most - not the titles, not a specific run (well some I do remember, there were some great moments).

Who knew that my experiences with Jane would keep changing me and keep me grounded even now as Kaleb ages. Old dogs have lots to offer even though what they can do changes.

Kaleb is not ready to retire just yet, and while his body is changing to that of an older dog - the boy can still go. Yesterday I was reminded that I need to cherish every moment again. K has a tumor, well I should say, had a tumor.  I'm trying my best not to freak out about it - but I am realistic.

It was removed yesterday from his butt - just to the left if his tail base. It has started to ulcerate and bleed. We had it aspirated on Friday, early pathology came back as a round cell tumor - but we needed to have it removed in order to get a full sample and see if it's benign or not. I'm doing my best to keep calm and carry on :) I have to wait up to 10 days for results, K has no ideas besides the fact his butt is chased and he's still a little wobbly this am. Please cross your fingers and toes and keep K in your thoughts. I love my boy.


Then there is Pleat ... Yes THE Pleat, my mom is sitting him while Scott and Jenny are south Teaching clinics and trialing. She was honoured they trusted her with him, and he is being treated like royalty - which he deserves. He is the perfect gentleman and we are all madly in love with him. Talk about an old dog that still has lots to give, this top winning Border Collie and former National champion is will be 14 in November. He's a little deaf, a little blind, but my mom is smitten. He rode in a parade last week, rides shotgun in my moms car (she put him in the back seat but he wiggled up front and that's where he stays now) shoplifts at the pet store, goes for 2 walks each day and pretty much goes everywhere with her and my aunt. Everyone who meets him fawns over his good looks and good manners.


He still has lots to offer - the smile on everyone's face when they see his bounce like a puppy for a cookie is the cutest thing ever. My mom can't stop talking about him and how he "runs like Gyp" to the backyard first thing in the morning.

It's truly a privilege to be in the company of an old dog. And dammit I spoil them all.