Dogs

 Sure wish they would allow me to bring a dog to the hospital.  Wouldn’t that be grand!  Although Blu is my girl, I wouldn’t dare bring her.  She is very protective of me.  She’d probably end up biting someone.  I think my choice would be Rosie, one of the bassets.  She’s fat, calm and lazy.  Nice dog to have lay around with you.  Although three days in there isn’t much laying around…walk, walk, walk.

I know some will mention that I could register her as a therapy dog but I don’t need a therapy dog.  I just want one there.  I hate when people cheat the system and refuse to be one that does.  

So I guess I’ll just look at pictures of all my dogs.  Maybe Natali will zoom with me so I can see them.

Speaking of dogs…Blu (my heart dog) is very aware that something is going on.  My heart hurts for her that I can’t help her understand.  I will wait to pack until the very last minute so as not to add more stress to her.  The other dogs are oblivious…that’s basset hounds and Bernese for ya.

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