Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Inexplicable communication .
The sun comes out. Wilf wanders through to where I'm working and sits, half expectantly, half patiently, at my side . There's something special about the eyes of a blind dog . Open and trusting . Devoted . The focus somewhere just beyond and behind you. I lean over and scratch his head . He lies down , drums his two front legs excitedly on the carpet, and lets out a high pitched '' let's go and play " bark. He's not done this since he was a puppy . I laugh . The carefree Indian Summer of a dogs life.
Satisfied he's got my attention , he trots out of the office . Leading the way. By the front door he stops. A place beside him on the cool doorstep. I join him there . For once I've read it right . Exactly what he wanted . He turns, reverses himself onto my left foot and presses his full weight against me . A PON's favoured , facing forward, on guard, flock behind him, position . He can't see but he can feel. Something elemental that speaks to the heart .That inexplicable communication between dog and human .