Gabe

Gabe is not technically MY dog. He is my Mamie Barbara's dog. Well, not really hers either. He was her sister Sheila's dog, until she died. When Sheila died, Mamie Barbara took him in and spoiled him even more. Now, he has problems with his legs. They go paralyzed at times and he drags them, then he gets better and walks. When he hurts, he growls and bites. He is 98 years old now, most definitely earning the title for grumpy old man.
Problem. He bit Mamie Barbaras only grandchild. He bit her Aunt B once and scared her bad. Her Aunt B is over 80. Bombshell...he bit the grandchilds Mom and the grandchild again. Not good at all.
Solution. He is living with me now. I live within eyes distance from them. He has never bitten us...yet(; and I.love.him.too.much.for.him.to.be.put.down.right.now.
I hope to keep him til he goes to heaven. I.believe.all.dogs.go.to.heaven. Especially the grumpy old men ones...(;