Tasha

Tasha is 17 human years old. I remember very well the day we adopted her from the pound. We "reserved" her the week before and she was a pudgy fluffy thing. We went on vacation and came back to pick her up. The director at the pound was angry at us because we weren't supposed to "reserve" any dogs (even though they let us do it!) and then she handed us Tasha. My brother and I looked at each other - this wasn't the same dog! But because we were given such a hard time about the adoption, we didn't say anything. We got into the car and started laughing. Tasha has been with us ever since. Poor old girl. I don't think she'll live past this winter but she has been a trooper.