Bert informed me that our dog turned 10 yesterday.
His name is Maus.
You say it "mouse". It means...uhm..."mouse".
When we first got him he was the size of a hamster and when he tried to bark all he could do was squeak.
We were going to call him something fancy schmancy and in the meantime Bert would call him "Du kleine Maus"...and he started answering to it, so the name stuck. =)
He's been pretty sick lately. His heart is giving out and he's on a lot of medication.
Someday soon his heart will give out. I'll miss the little hairball when it does.
But in the meantime he's the perfect dog for our family. Very quiet and peaceful. Obedient with a sweet disposition.
Happy Birthday for yesterday, Maus.