Cubby

Cubby, is a dog that my grandson has had since he was two.  That makes her thirteen in people years.  Thirteen is 104 in dog years if my figures are right, it is 8 times people years.  She seems healthy, her teeth are a little worn and she is and always has been a picky eater, but all in all she is doing good for her age. 

We were told that she is a wolf hybrid, we have never had her DNA run so she could be about anything.  She has beautiful blue eyes, and looks a lot like the white wolf that pop killed a long time ago in Canada.  She has the fur of a cold climate dog and she loves the snow.  She likes to sleep in the snow and when she gets dusted with it she is hard to find.  She doesn't bark, but does sometimes howl at the moon!  She will talk to you if she is in the mood, people think you're crazy when you tell them that, but it's true.  My grandson really loves her and she has helped him through some tuff times.  It will really be hard on him when something happens to her.

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