• It’s a running joke that Goobz is shit at catching balls since he lost an eye, but then again he was shit at catching balls before he lost an eye. He just just everything at full stupid speed.

  • It’s a running joke that Goobz is shit at catching balls since he lost an eye, but then again he was shit at catching balls before he lost an eye. He just just everything at full stupid speed.

    Yes, but surely when he still had stereometric vision his ineptitude would have been due to (more) youthful exuberance (I'm sure he still has lots of it), and that would have been made worse by the loss of vision? Obviously, it's hard to compare. It makes you feel for him, as it's unlikely he has any way of understanding what has happened, although hopefully may be able to manage his actions more carefully from painful experience. He was certainly one of the shyest and sweetest dogs I've ever met (and for dogs, that's saying something), although that was years ago.

  • Sidney has the most exuberance and delight at everything. He finds anything as reason to wag his tail and be excited. Walk into a room and rub his tummy and his tail wags, play with Olive and his tail wags, talk to Annie and his tail wags. His excitement at nearly anything is wonderful and he delights when others are happy.

    Everything is done at full tilt. Even when injured he runs at full pelt, there is no ability to moderate or temper his actions. He frequently splits his tail open just by excitedly whacking it against things - cause and effect do not occur to him, life is simply a stream of existence. I find his joy infectious and often consider him to be one of the most enlightened beings I have ever met, as he seems to only exist in “the now”.

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