I've never seen another dog go straight to sniffing someone's eyes before. Whenever he jumps on my lap, he has to sniff both my eyes. He does the same to the other dogs. I just watched Smokey wince a little when Ty sniffed his eyes. They all pretty much stand still when he sniffs their eyeballs. We've all found that it's better just to go with it.
Still more unrelenting rain except with 70 MPH wind gusts to go with it. Zoey still thinks we're under attack and has taken to never being more than a few inches away from my feet at all times. When her pet's feet takes him to a safe area that's not under attack, she plans on being with them. I took her to the laundromat yesterday, but it rained and the wind gusts actually made the truck move. She kept standing on the center console, looking out the window, waiting for the monsters to come finish us off.
It's probably time to measure her and Spot for a thunder coat.
What looked like a quiet Christmas might turn into some steady work. I knew that health and fitness would have a huge impact on my career at my age, and I still underestimated it. I'm months ahead of where I thought I would be, and I don't just feel good enough to go earn my keep, I feel good enough to go rule the world. But I'm still not quite where I want to be, so I'm also content to let my new body stabilize so I know what size clothes to wear.
The new stationary bicycle is either perfect or the instrument of our future doom depending on whether you ask me or Zoey.