For those of you who may not have read the latest Simba's World (and shame on you !), I made reference to staying home from work today with a touch of tummy. I speak of it euphemistically because no one really needs to have their day soured by my recitation of the more moribund symptoms. My wife endured my febrile wimpy whining because she has to. It's in the vows, look it up. (That doesn't mean I don't appreciate though. I do, honey. Really. I do.)
However, it really amused and touched me that both dogs were wrought with concern.
Simba made the effort to come lay her head in my lap and commiserate.Belle was a little more proactive.
She whimpered, fret paced and looked at me dolefully with her best "helmet ears". She made several tours around my chair with seated moments of long pensive stares punctuating her passes. Diagnosing, it seemed.
For, once she made up her mind, she sprang into action. And believe me, she is spring loaded !
Up onto my lap in a single bound, she proceeded to administer just the medicine she knew I needed...
A joyously vigorous and laugh inducing face kissing session.
It may not have exactly healed the body, but all that love surely made the spirit feel like new.
Thank you Dr. Belle-Little Yellow Medicine Dog.
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