The dog is celebrating a landmark birthday at the end of this month. He will be 10. In the human equivalent, that is 70 years of life.
Just months after the dog’s special bone and meal, I will celebrate the same birthday. (In dog years, 10.)
It has been a great source of merriment around the house—me and the dog becoming the same age.
Hank and I share a smile, discussing the matter as we walk the blo…
