Though the best title for his biography is fast becoming "Puddles & Piles" (because apparently after 15 years a dog spontaneously decides that the whole world, not just the backyard, is his personal bathroom), and though he is increasingly blind, mostly deaf, and has always been quite dumb, Poochini has, nonetheless, survived cliffs, buses, and raccoons well enough to make it to his "sweet 16" -- at least by our best estimates.
Told by the vet when we got him that he he was "about 1.25 years old based on his dental records," we assigned Poochini a birth date of October 5th, 1995, with the exact date chosen because it matched that of my grandmother -- who would be 118 today if she were in slightly better health.
Three days ago, Poochini looked like this.
Awwwww!!!!!!!!!!!! Who's a pooch?