Cloe is blind. She has been for two years. (Glaucoma…)
Her day, especially during the winter months, consists of walking with me and her ‘sister’ BeBe three times a day, eating whenever possible, and sleeping…a lot.
Now our neighbours to the back of our property have acquired two little puppies. They are the sweetest little bundles of brown and white fur, and cute as buttons. And they think it’s great fun to come up close to the fence and drive our girls crazy.
Although Cloe cannot see them, she can hear them, and I suspect she thinks they’re hers. This picture was taken yesterday, while Cloe patiently waited for the puppies to come out to play. She sat there in the snow for hours. Only dinner interrupted her vigil.
Finally, at about 7:30 pm, she relented. All that waiting tired her out. She came inside and slept the whole night long.
Motherhood is exhausting. Bless.
It occurs to me that maybe the puppies think she is their mom because their colouring is so similar. And because they are so young, her maternal instincts are probably kicking in (although she’s never been a mother before).