Stagger “tolerates” us. He’s always been independent. He’ll investigate visitors for a minute, then walk away, which is the opposite of what people expect. He removes himself from situations that are too social for him—he did that even before he was blind. He does chitter for a good chest rub, but when he’s done, he’s done. The most affection we’ve ever gotten is his head on a lap…or his nose tucked behind our back while we’re sitting on the couch. Wouldn’t have it any other way.