I had a wonderful week in the yellow flowers with each of our dogs, including our Black Dog. Getting to the yellow flowers turned into a bit of an adventure though, when our local coyote pack decided to move their den onto our path. I'll spare you the stories about them for now but there will be coyote pup videos coming up!
Our Black Dog is the easiest to pilot through the coyote zone and into the sea of gold. One day, before I changed my route, a coyote pup sprinted across our path... which our Black Dog did not see due to his near-blindness. The younger dogs would have had fits if a coyote pup had tried that same thing near them!
But, we made it to the meadow of yellow flowers. I was so thankful. We had such fun playing there.
Despite the attack on his vision by glaucoma, he loves romping through the meadow. The pressure in his remaining eye has remained very low due to the eye drops that he gets twice daily. However, the vision in that eye has definitely dwindled. The amazing thing is that our Black Dog doesn't seem bothered. He's as happy as ever.
He has mellowed just a tiny bit with age, and I love that soft edge around the highest drive dog who I've ever known. I used to be able to handle him only in small doses because he was so insanely driven about whatever caught his fancy on that particular day. Now, we can lie in the flowers and play, and he seems absolutely content.
Look how bright eyed and happy he looks. This is a wonderful phase of life for him, despite all of the physical challenges that he's faced. I enjoy every moment that I get with him, one-on-one. He's so loyal and sweet.
Happy Black Dog Sunday!