
You all know that I love the furball to bits but honestly, when your dog starts to go blind, it can be a little sad. Watching her walk into things, hesitate more rather than running like a crazypug, search around for a treat that’s right in front of her nose… it’s kind of sad.
Humour’s one of the ways that my fiance and I choose to deal with it. Since we are so often higher than the pug, she’s taken to staring at the ceiling… I’m assuming she thinks that’s where I am. Especially if I call her name: boom! Her face turns to the heavens.
We joke that the pug has come to see us as “gods” since her eyesight’s started to go… like Zeus from the moutaintop, so the pug looks for us in the heavens. :)
Have a great weekend, everyone… and Jessica, your print is on its way!
EDIT: Seems I confused a few folks by the title. :) It’s a reference to one of the first “teenage” books I ever read as a girl… see the book cover here, to understand better.