Last month I visited friends in Iowa, and came down with food poisoning...well you know what THAT's like, up and down all night...
Then I heard a scrabbling from inside my friend's bedroom, and her 17-year-old dog, Missy, appears...how she got the bedroom door open, we will never know...
Well aged old Missy of unknown pedigree is more withdrawn and introverted now - but she stayed by me all that night.
Well, Missy has always been a natural therapy dog; when Ruth was director of the local women's shelter, Missy would go unerringly to the woman in greatest physical or emotional distress, and just stay close.
Then when Ruth got up in the morning, she was frantic; where was this precious old dog, could not find her anywhere!
"Ruth, come in my room a minute..."
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The next night Missy came in at bedtime, looking me over and sniffing...I must have passed muster, because Missy never stayed with me again, before or after that night I was S"O"O"O sick.
Benedict Arnold 