Friday Fabü

18 Apr
Mary and Fynn

Mary and Fynn

The pet issue has long been among my fave annual Local iQ staples. Seems like only yesterday that my dear Mary Poppins was fresh out of the shelter and posing up a storm at Wes Naman’s studio in her little western get-up for her first guest editorial feature. She didn’t want the cowgirl hat removed from her wee head. Two weeks prior, she was a nervous new adoptee. Little did rural Valencia County know it, but that stray Pomchi—without even a threadbare collar to call her own—was destined for greatness. Glad we found each other. Please adopt, don’t shop.

Mary's First Photoshoot

Fast-forward four years, and ol’ Mary’s currently nestled to my right, snoring softly on my office couch. Her muzzle is graying. I caught her trying to shoplift some Nice n’ Easy in Copper Shimmer from the beauty aisle the last time I smuggled her into the supermarket via my purse. Needless to say, I nipped that in the bud. Red haircolor fades so quickly; I refuse to commit to these high-maintenance glamour demands.

Since the twins arrived, Mary made a relatively smooth adjustment from designer-clad dog-about-town to sassy homebody. These days, she can typically be found zipping around the house, bossing anyone who crosses her path. Unimpressed: Fynn, our trusty 14-year-old Shepherd-Heeler mix. Mr. Brown plucked him from a near-death situation at the tender age of five weeks; they’ve been inseparable ever since. Fynn has traveled all over the country—bounding across fields, climbing trees (indeed, a tree-climbing dog) and paddling in deep waters. Now, he spends all his time deeply dozing on the couch or outside in a sunbeam. He has degenerative myelopathy, an incurable progressive spinal cord disease. He’s losing feeling in his hindquarters. Fortunately, it’s a largely-painless condition, due to dying nerve cells. Walking grows increasingly challenging, but he’s still getting around. He’s a good boy, that Fynn.

So many of us have senior dogs. After age seven, things start slowing down, though some remain spry well into the double-digits. Larger dogs age more rapidly. The good news: Our best friends are living longer than ever before, thanks to enhanced care and nutrition. Let’s look at some ways we can help our senior dogs adapt to the rigors of aging. 

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RIP, sweet Django. Love and miss you so.

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