One Man and His Dog

Guide dog Indy has grown up a lot this last month since Biggie passed away.

As me going anywhere but very local requires either fully sighted support, or following behind husband and Indy, the little ginger nut has taken to keeping a very close eye on me when we’re out.

Here he is, sitting between his dad’s – aka my husband’s – bejeaned knees in a shady part of a local formal garden. Husband is sitting on a bench and studying his phone (by listening to it only – he’s totally blind). Yet Indy’s keen eyes are following me from about fifteen feet away, as I crawl about on the grass taking macro shots of flowers. He looks very foxy and handsome in his white and neon yellow guiding harness.