Meet Moses, our foster dog. His owner died and the lab rescue folks needed a place for him to stay and we said OK.
We were told that he weighs 92 pounds and has arthritis and needs ear medicine and is depressed. I know how he feels, being a bit overweight myself and having all kinds of aches and pains. Who wouldn't be depressed?
Actually, he seems quite happy to us. He loves everyone. Wants to jump in the car and ride every time we go out in the front yard.
Compared to our granddog, Princess Buttercup, he is rather comatose.
We've been walking him several times a day and feeding him very lightly. I bet if he dropped a few pounds, that arthritis would clear right up.
Moses likes cats we are told, but you wouldn't know that by the reaction of our cats. They have all locked themselves in various rooms upstairs and refuse to come down. There is one crunching food under the sofa right now, after Chris kicked her out of his room.
Tippy has just come out from under the sofa to get a look at the large, panting behemoth sleeping in the middle of her playground. This should be interesting.
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