Comfort Dog

Elderly and decrepit dog is coping with another bout of her chronic gastrointestinal delicacy. Herself was suspicious; elderly and decrepit dog did not eat much yesterday, and looked a tad miserable hunched up to poop in the unseasonable cold.  When elderly and decrepit dog urgently trotted into Herself's study this morning, lips clamped shut and eyes piercing, Herself knew that was code for "must go out but can't bark at the door to tell you lest I vomit right here."  Poor thing, so wretched. Off they hustled to the vet right away.  Better to tackle the matter now than wait, lest they get worse. (We could wait and see whether things improved.  Experience tells us, though, that is never the case with this particular dog.)

Elderly and decrepit dog is now resting, exhausted by the trauma of having her temperature taken and two injections given by the vet.  Ottoman-shaped dog lies beside her.  Likely it is the marvelousness of that particular dog blanket that has attracted him.  All the same, ottoman-shaped dog is always a comforter of the afflicted and the suffering. I like to think that perhaps he is keeping near to her, to be kind.