Momma’s Dogs

slideshowpic-003-copy.jpgWhenever I was sick as a kid, I wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and have my mom take care of me. She was really good at it, too–always checking on me and giving me just the right thing to eat or drink, while I stayed in bed and watched reruns of Macgyver and Knight Rider (sidebar: All talking cars should have British accents like Kitt did–way cool).

Nothing better than feeling safe and comfortable like that. Pom and Casper definitely agree with me on this. Any time they’re not feeling up to snuff, they have to lay next to Cindy–actually, they have to lay right ON her.

When I took Casper for a walk this morning, I could immediately tell something wasn’t right. He stopped a couple of times to eat grass, so I knew his stomach was bothering him. All day while I was working, I heard his stomach making all sorts of loud gurgling noises.

I rubbed his belly a bit, but he seemed unimpressed. There was only one who would be able to solve this tummy turmoil…

The minute Cindy walked through the door, Casper stuck to her like a magnet to a fridge. He’s been sleeping on her all day, only getting up for pee and water breaks.

Yes, tomorrow, when he feels all better, he’ll once again give me the time of day–as soon as he remembers I’m the one who gives him treats.

Bribery is such a dirty word…

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