Twelve
Kiera is the first dog I’ve lived with that has made it to twelve years old. Knock on wood–she’s going strong. I tell her I just want her to make it until fourteen. (I secretly hope she’ll make it past that, but I’ll take whatever I can get.)
As she gets older, she continues to teach me a lot about the things that matter and the things that don’t.
When she was younger, she wasn’t allowed on the furniture. Now … Read More