Chinese Crested
The picture is not of my dog, but it could be her clone. Her name is BuKi, and she is a diabetic, blind, powderpuff Chinese Crested with arthritis and Canine Cognitive Disorder (i.e. doggie Alzheimer’s). Although she’ll be 14 years old in December, she is, still, the very delicate and beautiful creature I love to excess. I’ve had her since I was a teenager myself, and we know each other so well that people observing us interact believe we’re privy to some sort of mystical communion when it’s merely a matter of long, and loving, familiarity.
She’s a good dog. She’s never destroyed anything, doesn’t poop in the house, doesn’t bark to excess, and would never be seen doing anything as vulgar as sniffing another dogs’ butt – it is beneath her dignity. However, there is one habit she’s acquired that makes me crazy, and bothers me to no end.
She sits at my feet, a little to the left of me, and stares.
What? You don’t think that’s odd? Do you remember me telling you that she’s blind?
Yeah. As a bat. The corneas of her eyes are as white as the hair (and Cresteds’ do have hair, not fur). As white as the falling snow.
It makes me very uncomfortable. I’ll be trying to work, or read, or whatever it is I’m wasting my time on, and she’ll be sitting in silence, staring. “What are you looking at? What do you want?? I’ve walked you. I’ve fed you. We’ve played I’ve Got Your Belly until my fingers ache…” and, still, she stares. “STOP STARING AT ME! You’re freaking me out, yanno? WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!?!?!?”
She didn’t do this before she went blind, so I can only assume that she’s deliberately messin’ with my head. Oh, yes – it isn’t beyond her. She’s an intelligent beastie. Probably tells the other dogs about it when she’s at the groomers and laughs at me.
And, yes, she’s doing it now.
Sigh…
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