River attempting to be nice
Yesterday I came down with the sort of intestinal misery that would kill anyone being actively stalked by a saber-toothed tiger. All I could do was double up and moan and occasionally run for the bathroom. I took myself to bed.
My dog - yes, earning that title - came and laid down next to my bed to guard me. She took it seriously. My bedroom window was open and you could hear people walking by on the sidewalk, and anytime anyone dared to affront us like that River would run to the window and bark.
So, not so restful. But her heart was in it.
After all, those could have been saber-toothed tigers.
My dog - yes, earning that title - came and laid down next to my bed to guard me. She took it seriously. My bedroom window was open and you could hear people walking by on the sidewalk, and anytime anyone dared to affront us like that River would run to the window and bark.
So, not so restful. But her heart was in it.
After all, those could have been saber-toothed tigers.