Their natural instinct prevails, regardless. He falls, I help him up and he knows I will. I helped his mother Thelma whelp him..why would I do anything else, but help him feel good until the end of his life? He’s my GuyGuy like all my dogs that I love and enjoy every day, in sickness and in health til death do us part?
(In the video, I am out of breath because I had to run after him..)
Not many Barbets manage to the ripe old ages of 13.5 months of age for GuyGuy and 14.9 for Coccolina. They both are strong willed and seem to be enjoying life.
What else can you ask for? I am blessed with their company each day that God gives us together.