This is a picture of my dog, Shelby. She will be 17 years old in October. She has been my pup almost as long as I have been married. She has moved 10 times with us, she has been my solace after some very bad work days, she was my baby through all of our fertility trials. There is no one like her. And no, she can't shoot lasers out of her eyes. When she was young her eyes would photograph blue, now she has cataracts so they photograph yellow.
At this point, she is mostly relegated to the garage because she has a problem with sharing us with our children. I don't hold that against her.
She has become a stinky, furry, mole-y, grouchy old woman, and I love her dearly.