Lucky

We worry about him quite a bit, his health, how he's feeling.  Sometimes he spends a lot of time sleeping, and sometimes we can tell he doesn't feel well. He has cataracts clouding his eyes.

But I'm wondering how much of this is real and how much is fake.

Robert and I were gone a few weeks ago, and Lakota twisted out of her collar while outside.  Holly brought Lucky onto the front porch, thinking he might be able to entice Lakota to come home quickly.

It was sprinkling outside, and he whined at the front door, wanting to come in.

But then he saw a squirrel--in a neighbor's yard across the street.  And he was GONE.

It's hard to believe you see something like that and take off if you're blind, sore and tired.

Our sweet, beloved, silly dog.