Harry prospered through his sixteenth birthday celebration. I'll get the snapshot of the lamp shade on his head uploaded soon.
Oh c’mon now, that is 112 years in Purina-human terms. He continues to be his curmudgeonly self, sleeping 36 hours a day, yet playing like a puppy when he wants a cookie or choosing to disparage our TiVo selections favoring Law and Order over Animal Planet. Like human decogenarians, he seems to be focused on his alimentary regularity. The basics. And friendship.
Harry's a dog. My best friend. Nothing less.