What a "Guy"

The thing with Guy is that he's gotten pretty serious since his logging experience. When I come home from work, he's asleep on the couch, except that he isn't. He says, "Hello Curt, how was work?" with his eyes closed. It didn't use to bother me, but lately, it has because why can't he say these things with his eyes open?

"Why can't you talk with your eyes open?" I asked him today.
"Because I am thinking about serious things and I can't talk and think about these serious things with my eyes open," he said.
"What?"
"Multi-tasking," Guy said.

But the thing about this kind of "serious" thinking is that it goes on and on. Sometimes, Guy doesn't move from the couch, not even when Warden sits on top of him and licks his face. Frankly, it's been freaking me out.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked Guy after I gave Regrette and Warden some peanut butter filled bones.

"I am thinking about this one time I was a kid and playing with all the other neighborhood kids and we were playing a game called 'Animals' and we had to choose an animal that we wanted to be. If you were an animal, what animal would you be?" Guy asked me.

"A cow," I said, "because then I could make all the butter I wanted," I said.

"You see," Guy said, "that's the way all the other kids answered. But I said I wanted to be a sad, white owl in a puddle of water. A sad, white owl that couldn't fly and became friends with all the field mice."

"Guy," I said. "How long has it been since you opened your eyes?"

"A very long time," Guy said.