His name is Coquin (French for "naughty" or "mischievous" (spelling?) ).
My parents got him for me shortly after my 11th birthday (I wouldn't stop bugging them for a dog! ). He was approximately 1 or 1 and a half year old. He's some sort of terrier mix.
When I moved out, I couldn't take him with my so my parents kept him. When the dog was 14, my younger brother was moving out, leaving my parents by themselves and they decided they didn't want to keep the dog anymore and wanted to put him down, even if he was in perfect health
I talked my boyfriend's parents into letting me take him so he moved in with us (we were living in their basement at the time). A couple of years later, me and my boyfriend broke up and by then, his parents had grown attached to the dog and kept him. He's been living with them ever since.
He is now at least 17 and a half years old, almost blind (he once tripped on a black cat who was lying on a white floor in the middle of a well lit hallway He also regularely walks into door frames), almost deaf and kind of senile (he doesn't recognize me when I visit) but still a happy dog. He spends his days sleeping on "his" couch, begging for food and sleeping some more. He's also in very good health for his age.
For some reason, I just felt like posting a picture of him tonight. I kind of miss him. We never bonded really strongly... I know now that terriers are not for me. Sill, he's been with me for so long.
And I am just dying to have a dog!! But I know it wouldn't be right. I already share my small apartment with two cats and I spend most of my days at school... it wouldn't be fair for a dog.
The picture I posted above is from when he was 14 years old. He had just had a haircut (he's usually MUCH scruffier!) and he was hiking with me and my boyfriend (still in great shape at the time).