My dog loves me. I can tell by the fact that he hardly leaves my side. He even waits outside the bathroom for me, sometimes nudging the door ajar. Since I’ve been spending so much time laying in bed he either is on my bed (which drives me a little bonkers because he’s usually on me, too, and he’s heavy), or laying right next to me on the floor. He’s a kind sweet dog. I think he senses the fact that I’m not feeling so great and so he stays nearby.
This isn’t the first time he’s tried to take care of me.
About a year ago, I came down with a really bad flu. It was spring time and already really hot outside. In the 80’s, I believe. I remember I was sitting on the porch wrapped in a blanket watching my littlest one playing outside and I was shivering like crazy. When I finally came inside, all I could do was lay still, try not to throw up and try to get warm. But I just couldn’t seem to get warm. My dog climbed up on the couch and lay right on top of me, keeping me warm. He stayed there for hours, until my husband came home from work and took me to the hospital with a 104 fever.
He’s a good dog. I wonder how he’ll be with a new one in the house.