Unless he is sleeping, GB watches me. He watches me all the time. At first it was a little unnerving because I didn't understand and then it came to me. He has been trained as a support dog and I think he watches in an attempt to anticipate my needs. Good Boy.
On the other side, I need to watch GB. Unless the phone rings and he woo-woos along (that cracks me up every time), GB is a silent dog. I've only heard him bark once since he came here to live. He doesn't growl or whine. The only way I know he needs to go outside is when he goes to sit by the front door, looking back at me. Consequently, we watch.
Sometimes I think I live in an alternate universe. Celeste has taken over the dog's bed, and GB was sleeping on the loveseat. What's wrong with this picture? Maybe because I slept all night in the recliner? Oh well. Who's to say what's normal. Nobody's watching.
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