For the majority of her life, my dog has slept at the bottom portion of my bed, but she is now sleeping closer to me. She grows closer to me further I get away from her. Is she afflicted in some way?
How are you doing today? Have you received a thorough physical examination in the last six months?
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The same goes for your dog. She might be smelling something that you won't notice. She could also be afflicted with a medical issue.
My dog checked my breath, and presumably my vitals, every morning when I had Covid. He wouldn't leave my side after that. He declared me better one day, and instead of staying by my side, he spent the day under the bed.
I'd also see the veterinarian with my dog. If you're all right. She's attempting to convey an essential message to you. Don't dismiss it!
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If you're my dog,
And you know I'm about to leave, let out a small sigh and go lie down on your doggy bed, flashing those big old sad brown eyes that make me feel bad for not taking you with me every time I leave the house, which I do as often as possible.
Then you BOBI who jumps up grabs your monkey or squeaky ball, and chase the cat around to see if she'll play toss with you once the door is closed and locked behind me. If that doesn't work, you can merely drop your toys and play 'chase the kitty' until she spins around and swipes your nose. The two of you then kiss and make up before lying down on the bed for a time.
You get bored with nappy time after a while and start wandering about the flat. First, head to Mom's kitchen, where she's usually cooking or making something delicious-smelling. When you snuffle your dog's bowl, it's the same old dog food, either dry or semi-dry. JANNY, check to see if mom forgot to put the garbage can up high and out of reach...
She didn't remember to place the garbage can up high and out of reach. JANNY notice... something smells like. YES, BACON. It's funny, since it doesn't look like bacon, but it sure SMELLS like bacon. Oh no, it's a filthy old paper towel on which she drained the bacon!
Hmm, I wonder what else is in this box. Yes, an empty Ziploc bag with some delicious beef stew gravy. Half a grilled cheese! Chew, spit out that disgusting PLASTIC! Jackpot! You go off to see if one of the dummies left the toilet lid up, scattering shards of paper towels and plastic all over next to the cat's dish. So you don't get accused. There's always plenty of cool, clean water in there. Oh well, they did close it. So you reel off some toilet paper again, this time shredding it in very small pieces to make it look like a feline did it.
You scramble into the bedroom when you hear one of our vehicles come into the parking lot below the bedroom window, leap up onto the bed, smush daddy's pillows, and press your snoot against the screen so you can see better. Oh, rats, it's mommy. This happens daily. You catapult off the bed and hurry to the front door, where you sit wriggling your lovely little stub tail and your furry little rear and act like you haven't seen me in a year and a half.
You know she'll see the mess, but you're so spoiled that you know she'll just do her job and tidy up all the teeny tiny little pieces before giving you a strip and the cat her small crunchy stuff, both of which you like. She'll grumble a few four-letter words about the trash under her breath, but you know she'll forget about it the next time. You jump into her lap and rest your head on her laptop keyboard as if you haven't been touched or cuddled in a month.
If you're the BOBI Mutt, life is great!
Source: Newspaper
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