We have a perfectly good dog. She’s a nine-year-old Siberian husky named Juneau. Her arrival in our lives coincides with my last weak moment.
What I love about Juneau is that she is long past the puppy stage. She has settled into a quiet, late-middle-aged dog who calmly patrols the backyard. This is a huge improvement upon the digging, ripping-open-trash, nipping, yapping, chewing, tearing-off-her-collar, barfing, jumping, running away, yanking the leash, wetting on the porch stage.