Quincey will be a year old in November and he has been at my side; a constant companion for the past eight months. I have learned a great deal from him in these last few months as he has gone through some major physical changes like overnight growth spurts. I don't even know how much to feed him anymore, he grows so fast!
When I adopted him, he was 12 weeks and 8 1/2 pounds. The volunteer said that she didn't think he would get much bigger than 25 pounds, fully grown. Quincey is a muscular 35 pounds and when all is said and done, I think he will reach 40 pounds. He is a powerhouse and when we play soccer in the mornings, I call him "Morning Thunder" because he sounds like low soft thunder as he gallops by.
He can out run just about any dog in the park and is all heart and steam when he plays. He has never gotten bitten again; he's far too clever and quick for that. He has developed a loyalty to me that borders on possessiveness. The feeling is mutual.
I really think I did the right thing by adopting him. Now, I want a companion for him.
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