The Butcher’s other dog, the one he walks with Sonnyboy in the morning, came by the house this morning. I couldn’t tell if Sonnyboy was excited or not. He seemed kind of surprised to discover that the other dog could, in fact, show up at his house. And, I guess, come to think of it, that may be the first visit of another dog to our house. Sonnyboy was kind of mother-henning after the other dog–both like he was hopeful the other dog might find something cool that Sonnyboy had overlooked and worried that he wouldn’t get to share in it.
I’m becoming more concerned/convinced that Sonnyboy doesn’t see that well. Every time I convince myself that it’s just me being ridiculous, he’ll put his eyeball right on my toe, like he somehow missed that it was just hanging out there. And sometimes I catch him adjusting his head, like he’s trying to give his right eye a better look at whatever he wants to see. But I’m not exactly sure how to tell for sure if he’s just not seeing well out of one eye.
My favorite thing in the morning is to follow him around while he follows the Butcher around. Sadie never really got that. But Sonnyboy seems to get that it’s a game. He’s just not sure how to play it.
And I gave him a carrot again this morning and he not-so-discretely spit it right back out in the most hilarious manner. I’m going to try to get it on video.
I swear, things won’t just be the dog once I get settled and get the new person settled in here at work. But I’m busier than I ever have been, but it just takes up my whole brain. It’s weird to not have part of me just churning away on things to think about, but, frankly, considering what a shitty job my brain does with fretting over things until I can’t bear it, I’m also relieved.