The adventures of an Indiana golden retriever in the Wild Wild West.
Monday, November 29, 2010
For awhile I was puzzled. After I moved his bed in front of the fireplace, instead of staring at me like he usually does, Charlie began kind of staring away. He wasn't sick, there was no fire to capture his attention...
... and then it dawned on me. He was still watching me - but as a reflection in the glass. Spooky!