Meet "Garo". He's lucky to have a name actually. They don't really name their animals up in the boonies. He lives two houses down the mountain from my uncle's place in Montenegro. His owner tells me, when he was just a few weeks old, the rooster came along and pecked him in the eye. It hasn't stopped him from being an affectionate and a completely tear-around-a-million-miles-an-hour kind of dog. Clearly, Garo isn't missing out on life because he only has one eye. He is a gorgeous dog, and Mitch picked him up every chance he had. That is, when he was able to catch him.
So here I sit, feeling sorry for myself because of my bung eye at the moment. Searching for my next photo, I couldn't go past Garo. I think someone is trying to tell me something. I should stress less and not lose time worrying about things I have no control over. Little Garo doesn't mope around. Infact his behaviour suggests, he has absolutely no limitations whatsoever. Funny how one can stumble upon a message without even realising it. I think a positive attitude is in order. Tomorrow morning, I'm going for a run.
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