Flu season is here, and it (or a similar bug) really kicked my ass last week. A serious, beat-down, heel-stomp, ass-kicking. I can?t remember ever feeling so sick. Nothing didn?t hurt, I couldnt get out of bed (but couldn?t sleep), and I couldn?t eat or drink anything for 2 days (thank goodness I?m married to a retired paramedic who could start an IV and get some fluids into me). But the silver lining to being sick is that I learned a new side of my 3-1/2 year old Rottweiler, Calvin. Before I even realized how sick I was, Calvin was up on the bed, and he wouldn?t leave. I have to admit he?s always really been a mama?s dog, and usually stays pretty close to her. But he simply wouldn?t leave my side for over 48 hours, except twice a day (with serious coaxing) to eat and do his business outside. Then, right back up on the bed. He wasn?t snoozing, either. He was alert, grumbling a guttural growl if he heard anything outside, really seemed to be guarding me. And as soon as I was feeling better, he went back to his normal routine - he could just tell when I was in bad shape and when I wasn?t. To be on the receiving end of a dog?s loyalty is pretty damn touching, and it was nice to see Calvin growing into that sort of friend. Good boy, Calvin.





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