I witnessed an amazing event last night - a guy walking a blind dog. The guy said the dog, who is nine years old, lost his eyesight to a congenital disease a year or so ago. But he said he never considered putting the dog down. He simply re-arranged things in his house so the dog wouldn't hit a sharp corner accidentally.
That is remarkable enough in itself but then there is this. As a rule, Pete, the Happy Dog, is very friendly with female dogs but just so-so with male dogs. The one thing he hardly ever does is allow another dog of either gender to sniff his rear for any length of time. (No, I don't know why. Weird dog thing.)
The one dog he ever let do it was our neighbor Ken and Carol Mondry's dog Chico, who was very old and didn't get around well at the end of his life.
But he let Darwin (that's the dog name) sniff to his heart's content and even let ol' Darwin make a little ... er ... run at him. (Call it the dog version of getting to first base. Like any good self-respecting dog, Pete knew when to say when. Perhaps he didn't have the heart to tell Darwin it wouldn't do him any good to keep going.)
I am not quite sure what to make of this. I have been sold that animals have an innate sense that tells them when another animal is either sick or has a problem of some sort.
Whatever the reason, this was a remarkable thing to watch.
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