With all the current upheaval regarding our house move (or not) , it is having an affect on Maggie.
We are trying to keep to some kind of normal routine with her walks, but she’s not daft and knows something is unsettling everything.
She is never far from us, and as I type, she is curled up behind me as a breathing warm lumber roll offering comfort and support in the way only dogs can.
All we can do in return is reassure her and try to ‘act normal’. But as I said, she’s not daft.
This morning I woke up not just with her curled up tight around my arm (wondered why it was tingling) but her favourite ‘Babies’ were in bed alongside me.
‘I’m here Mum,’