More than a year and a half ago, I met a pony that could not see anything, and two months ago I got a dog that sees everything in the world. By some mysterious mix of chemistry, instinct, intuition and magic, they have come to see one another, and to see for one another, I think.

When we are at the new farm, Red sits near Rocky. Rocky comes over and sniffs him, then stands near him or grazes nearby. It always seems to me that Red is seeing for him, looking out for him, and Rocky seems very drawn to that. As for Rocky, he sees nothing but sees to see every square inch of the pasture he has walked alone for 15 years. He appreciates Red’s company, it seems to settle him. It seems to settle Red also.

What a curious world in which these two creatures, one who can’t see, one who can’t stop seeing, come together and gaze so contentedly out at the world together.