I arrived at my Mom’s house at the tender age of 9 weeks old: a small 8 pound wrinkly bundle of cuteness. As I am now approaching my 5th birthday in January, I find that I am now looking at how much I have changed from those puppy days. Aging is a process…
First of all, I am now 32 pounds but that weight fluctuates as low as 30 pounds and as high as 35 pounds. It has been a constant challenge for my Mom to keep me at the appropriate healthy weight. Being a Puggle, also known as “always looking for food”, it has been important to constantly regulate my diet. Maintaining a healthy weight is so important for us dogs in as we get older. Mom has found that the amount of food I eat is more important than exercise for me to maintain a healthy weight. Unfortunately for me that means less breakfast and dinner plus fewer snacks!
As a puppy, I had boundless energy and always wanted to play. This translated into a long walk in the morning, dog park in the afternoon and a long walk at night with a generous dose of playtime in between. These days I get by with a long walk in the morning and some dog park time in the afternoon. I still like some playtime but it is less intense than when I was younger (Mom kind of prefers this level of activity at night time!).
As a puppy, I liked nothing better than to run and chase with other dogs: large or small, I loved them all! These days I tend to prefer to ramble around by myself and love to get pets and scratches from you humans. Don’t get me wrong, I still occasionally like to play chase with other dogs but really do prefer hanging out with the humans. You never know when they have a treat or two to share!
Being a mixed breed, I have been very lucky to be extremely healthy. No inherited defects or issues to deal with as of yet. But in the past year, I have developed allergies. Seriously? I now have to take a pill every day so I don’t spend hours licking and scratching myself raw! Mom also keeps a close eye on me for any lumps, limps and other signs of distress. She has been known to whisk me off to the vet for any little thing that she finds! I guess that I am grateful for that but I really do not like going to the vet!
I will admit that I was an adorable puppy what with that black mask on my face no one could resist me! My muzzle started to gray after my first birthday and now at 5 years old I have more gray than black in my muzzle. I am often mistaken for being older than I really am! Ugh.
All in all I am still the same dog that I was but changes have crept in. I am looking forward to a long life with my human and am very grateful that she on it when it comes to changes due to my age.