Andy

I’m 70, chronically ill, and Andy is our 4th dog since my diagnosis 23 years ago. As I write this, my little friend is cuddled against my leg-under the bed sheet. Every morning after he goes outside, and has his breakfast, he comes bounding into the bed and burrows under my sheets.Haha- he’s done this since the morning after we brought him home, and I can’t say enough about how having him next to me has helped my morning depression.

Although early on we had to hire a trainer for his houstraining and nipping, he is so smart and learned quickly. He actually rings bells hanging from our door when he has to go out! Our only issue is we’re still trying to teach him to bark when he’s done outdoors. He acts as though he doesn’t want to bother us and just sits outside the door. We’re working on that. But I’ve trained him to retrieve, and return, his ball, and when Springtime arrives we’ll resume our long walks with me at the wheel of by mobility scooter.