Grim

Sam and I like to go to this coffee shop on sunday for breakfast.

this is where i met Grim the dog. I stole the name off the Prisoner of Askaban, which i'm rereading at the moment...

well, Grim's really starved to the bones, as you can see. the first time i tried to feed it, i dropped a piece of meat on the floor. the strange thing was that he didn't pick it up immediately though he looked hungry. He just stood there quietly, like he was contemplating something.

i was not to be discouraged... so i called out to him and dropped another piece. this time, he swooped down on it. i tried a few times, some with success and others without much reaction. on my 5th piece, i suddenly realize something: GRIM MUST BE BLIND! if he did not hear where i dropped the food, he wouldn't be able to zoom in on it! thereafter, i'll whistled before i dropped food, and he didn't miss once.

Grim looks to be a very calm and patient dog with good temperament. but he must be really old. Upon closer examination to confirm my suspicion, i saw that his eyes are cloudy with what i can only guess is cataract.