Vlady is now 10 years old. Originally, he was born in the Andes Mountains of South America, La Paz, Bolivia. He now lives in the Arkansas Delta surrounded by cotton fields. He is cheerful, mischievous (for example, nipping me in the tush when I am not looking; when bored while waiting with me and his elderly cocker spaniel sister in the street, looking at her, then slapping her with his paw just to get an argument), cowardly in thunderstorms (bailing into my lap at all hours of day or night), loyal, and the most compassionate dog I have ever known, frequently crying if another animal is ill, and quickly by my side to lick away tears and place his paw on my arm in comfort. He demands exercise and vocalizes his desires for walks (following my husband as he dresses for a walk, urging him to hurry with a variety of whines, grumbles, brief barks, then carefully walking by his side so as not to pull or tug my elderly spouse), and howls in protest when he isn’t allowed outside to help cut the grass, even in 100 degrees weather. His favorite “happy” place is on my husband’s lap as they both doze in front of the t.v.