Although I’m not sure exactly when she was born, I know it was the end of May, 1995. In July of 1995, the fragile little round worm/parvo ridden puppy came into my life. After a week in vet hospital total isolation (parvo is highly contagious), near death, little 7 week old McKinley found a way to survive. As cliche as it sounds, the vets said if she survived parvo that young, chances are she’d live a long and healthy life. She has. 15 years and counting…
She’s some sort of mixed breed (husky/malamute?) and supposedly part wolf…most who’ve met her would agree. I’ll save all of her crazy adventures for another time but her ailments thus far have been limited to foxtails, cuts and ticks…oh ya, and the time she lost the end of her tail…no really, she ripped it off! Just last week, she hiked the eastern Sierras. She’s slower, has less energy, is a little more clumsy and her hearing sucks but if the dog still wants to go, she gets to.
Happy Birthday McKinley!
McKinley still cranking along