My Good Dog, Ray

One thing that I really like about Ray is the way he takes food from my hand. It's not often that I offer him anything by hand, I generally like all food to go into his dish so that he always knows where his food will be. But sometimes I offer him a treat or, in a weak moment, a piece of chicken or something else that is leftover from dinner. When I do, I hold the treat right under his nose. When Ray realizes the food is there, no matter how small that piece of food is, he will ever-so-gently take it in his teeth without touching my fingers. This always moves me just a little bit; that this big, blind dog is so concerned about my fingers. And I think for the millionth time how lucky I am that no one else in the world wanted him.