He came home as a puppy when we lived in Bayview....so little he couldn't jump up onto the couch.
He made us laugh playing with a huge assortment of toys. "Who me....spoiled?"
He showed us he could sing happy birthday....and we left that message on a lot of family and friend's phones.
He loves it when we say "Do you want to be Camper Boy?"....ears up and he's ready to go exploring with us. He has conquered much of North America and some of Canada.
He takes us for walks each and every day (unless it's raining!) so we get our exercise by following that cute scissor walk and silly little butt. And he has lots of dog friends.....big and small, and two dog cousins.
He makes us laugh by doing his goofy Fenway things....every single day.
But the past few weeks our Fenway is just not "himself". He doesn't feel good. He's not eating. We've been to the vet and tried to figure this out with some testing and some xrays. We've tried to change up his food and make it more tempting.....but he's just not doing his normal eating thing. And when a dog who's been happily eating his two meals a day for almost ten years just stops.....it is worrisome.
And he can't talk.....oh dearest Fenway, I wish you could talk....what the hell is going on?
We are hoping for the best and you and Dave are in our thoughts.
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