There are joys to owning an older dog. Our thirteen-year-old Daffodil, taken years ago at an obedience training class, is on the right. “Daffy” is so easy going that she doesn’t even mind when I clean her ears. Her two vices are howling at sirens (which hurt her ears so much that she needs to warn us of impending danger) and digging holes, where she places her two favorite squeaky toys. She puts them at the bottom of a large hole and then lays by them to guard them. They squeak and are therefore alive, aren’t they? Sadly though, Daff now has what the vet diagnosed, a conjestive heart condition.