Fortunately for Sydney's longevity, I'm supposing (I'm not a vet), she suffers from LDS (Lonely Dog Syndrome) meaning when I'm working out on the elliptical, a present from Betty Boop's grandson, she sees fit to struggle up the stairs to join me, even though she's an octogenarian in dog years.
Actually, if we go by 1 human year = 7 dog years, she's 105 years of age. Yet still climbing stairs to my 2nd floor. I'm almost 10 in dog years. Sydney is a role model. I hope to be as fit as she is in five (dog) years. Actually it's my pet ball python that may outlive me, provided he gets good healthcare.
