Well Tasha and I had kind of a rough day. My sweet little doggie is really pretty blind now, and she gets confused. I have to keep an eye on her, and I’m not doing a perfect job yet.

At one point this afternoon, I was at my folks’ place, and I went down the hall to my Mom’s home office to check my e-mail. Tasha was asleep on her blankie in the kitchen. After a while, I heard a strange whimper, went down the hall and found Tasha. She had her head wedged between the wall and a giant package of paper towels – Costco size. She couldn’t breathe well; when I pulled her out, her muzzle and chest were covered with heavy slobber. Her little heart was pounding like crazy.

I’ve always heard that dogs adapt well to things like the loss of a limb, eyesight or hearing. I don’t think this is the case for my little friend. I think being blind is aggravating her like crazy. It’s not fair. And anyone inclined to say, “Life isn’t fair” can just bite me.

Later, Tasha settled down for an afternoon nap, and I went swimming. Thank God I have that going on right now. It’s the only time lately when my mind is clear and my body has any energy.