Night Nurse…

Sniff, snuffle, wake up… open eyes…. yawn, stretch…. still dark… go back to sleep…

‘Ello, though… the two legs is moving… and she’s not s’pposed to! At least, not on her own…

Where do you think you are going?

Alert! Help! Oi!

Crawl off sofa…keep one eye on her… tap dance on floor in front of bedroom door… give it a scratch  or two with the paw…

Phew…  rescued… I’ll just check the bathroom is clear for her…

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You could, quite clearly, see the thoughts and emotions of the Small Dog as she responded to the perceived emergency. She has been coming to terms with my much-reduced mobility over the past few days, even deigning to place the ball in my hand so we can play fetch. Normally, she throws the ball and I do the fetching,,,

But I’ve not seen her in ‘night mode’ before.

When I fall asleep, she is usually on her bed in the hall…so she can guard all the doors.

But she must have tiptoed back in while I slept so that she sleep on the sofa… and keep an eye on me. There was absolute panic on her face for a while until Stuart came to the rescue… even though he had been asleep too.

Once I am up and in the wheelchair, she goes back to her bed and snores away… And we wondered why she was so tired all the time…

 

 

 

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