Happy 14th birthday to Foozeball, aka, Foozy, Foo, Mr. Foo, Foober, Foobie, Foob, Old Man. I probably call him Mr. Foo the most lately. That, and Old Man. He is now our 2nd dog to make it to 14. Peachy was first. Before that, unlucky 13 was the end for numerous dogs in our lives.
Last night I let him in after he toured the backyard and it was like he was shot out of a cannon. Sometimes when the dogs go outside they come in all fired up, ready for some action.