BritChaser
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My Brittany was 10 in November; at least I think he was. He's an unpapered rescue whose foster master, an experienced Brittany man, gave him an estimated November birthday when he was a pup. He sill loves to hunt and loves life in general.
At 10, he's been through some changes. He lost an eye to an errant shot at age six. But he didn't lose a step. Dogs may get depressed but they don't feel sorry for themselves. He's slowed down and lacks the endurance of earlier years, so afield we stop and rest more. I've slowed a little myself.
He's going grey in his face but he still strikes a fine figure and I feel proud of him on our morning walks in the city. People still say he's pretty and the kids want to pet him. I still love him.
At 10, he's been through some changes. He lost an eye to an errant shot at age six. But he didn't lose a step. Dogs may get depressed but they don't feel sorry for themselves. He's slowed down and lacks the endurance of earlier years, so afield we stop and rest more. I've slowed a little myself.
He's going grey in his face but he still strikes a fine figure and I feel proud of him on our morning walks in the city. People still say he's pretty and the kids want to pet him. I still love him.
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