Chandler’s a good dog. He’s been through a lot in this life (before we adopted him) and will probably never fully recover. Never fully trust anyone again. I know the feeling. Maybe that’s what we have in common. Whatever it is, I just love the heck out of that dog.
And now he’s getting old, like me. Blind in one eye. Mostly blind, anyway. Losing his hearing. You can’t scold him. Well, go ahead, but he won’t hear you, and if you’re on his left side, he won’t see you. His favorite thing to do is sleep. When he’s awake, his favorite thing is peeing on things. That’s about the only bad habit he has.
He’s better than me that way.