I can definitely vouch for how acute his other senses have become, especially his nose. I swear he can smell when I’m horny. I don’t even have to say a word. From all the way across the house he’ll make a beeline toward me, and then we’re in bed. Silver linings, people. You either focus on the bad, or the good. I’ve chosen to focus on the good. It’s not hard; there’s a lot of it.
