No this is not an April Fool’s joke: Kunga will be 5 years old tomorrow! It’s hard for me to believe that this little guy has gray on his lips and doesn’t jump quite as high on the fence any more.
A lot of friends have pups these days, and I like to see their pictures and videos. But I don’t get off on puppies; I must admit to liking the mature dog even more. By now, Kunga (and sister Lucy the Bloodhound) know the rules and the routines, obey the commands (mostly), and don’t chew things up any more. And now that he knows me so well, Kunga is one of the most empathetic dogs I’ve ever owned. He knows immediately when I’m sad or tired, and always tries to comfort me. He feels it when I’m happy, and rejoices with me. What a treasure he is.