How much longer Tag can last is anyone's guess. He is still strong with a healthy appetite. The neurological problem hindering his mobility is the worst issue. Loss of sight and hearing makes it difficult to communicate with him and may look like cognitive disfunction, if it isn't actually that as well. The poor guy wedged himself between the water softener and the wall in the garage last night. (See bottom picture.) He is pretty much limited to forward motion or a right turn, in fact he seems to navigate by taking two or three steps forward then making a small right circle before going forward a few feet and circling again. Either it's mindless motion or, since he can't see what's around him he's locating himself in the surroundings. Anyway, he must have gone into the space and just tried to push through, getting wedged in firmly instead. It must have been some time before Bob heard his hoarse barks over the sound of the movie we were watching. We wear headphones so we can adjust volume as needed individually, but it leaves us deaf to other things like a dog barking in the garage. Luckily Bob realized there were no dogs in the movie to explain the sound and went to investigate, finding Tag in this impossible position. We've reached a point where we can't safely leave him unattended.
The yellow bag of salt is blocking the point where Tag got into trouble. He tends to hug the wall when he walks around a room and must have just worked his way from right to left without avoiding the tanks. He was somehow wedged behind the two tall, thin black tanks!
So goes another day in my life.
