Dixie loves my sons wood shed. To get into it, she has to step over the lawn mower, belly crawl under the lumber,and from then on,I can't see her. So I really don't know
what she is doing. All I know is that when she comes out, she is one happy dog. Her mouth has a ring of dirt around it and when she shakes off , like Pig Pen in Peanuts, a cloud of dust sprays off of her body. Then she takes a nap. Her eye sight is getting
more limited and I wonder how she guides herself when she gets in that dark hole of lumber. She does follow my voice and I usually stay where I can see her come out of the shed. When I see her walking into a tree, I call out" over here, over here" and she
adjusts her route . In the house, she will look where she thinks I am. When a kid comes to my door, she will bark, but look not at the door. When I have a treat for her, I hold it right under her nose,
or she misses taking it. I tell people that I am her seeing eye person. We are lucky to have each other.