Meet "Garo". He's lucky to have a name actually. They don't really name their animals up in the boonies. He lives two houses down the mountain from my uncle's place in Montenegro. His owner tells me, when he was just a few weeks old, the rooster came along and pecked him in the eye. It hasn't stopped him from being an affectionate and a completely tear-around-a-million-miles-an-hour kind of dog. Clearly, Garo isn't missing out on life because he only has one eye. He is a gorgeous dog, and Mitch picked him up every chance he had. That is, when he was able to catch him.
So here I sit, feeling sorry for myself because of my bung eye at the moment. Searching for my next photo, I couldn't go past Garo. I think someone is trying to tell me something. I should stress less and not lose time worrying about things I have no control over. Little Garo doesn't mope around. Infact his behaviour suggests, he has absolutely no limitations whatsoever. Funny how one can stumble upon a message without even realising it. I think a positive attitude is in order. Tomorrow morning, I'm going for a run.
Maybe the difference is awareness, does Garo know he can't see out of one eye? I really hope this gets better soon, and I hope the run is smooth and sweet, I don't run, a gentle saunter is about my level :)
ReplyDeleteI am going to send you an email about this sort of thing ...just so you have a look.
ReplyDeleteAwww. Ma, this is absolutely delightful. What a gorgeous pup! Love your story, yet again.
ReplyDeleteJoanna - yes you're right. Little Garo wouldn't know any different. Thanks dear. I think I'm finally on the mend. Three days after your comment that is.
ReplyDeleteStormy - email dear? Still waiting.
Nikka - can't wait to take a pic of you holding Garo. You'll love him.