Doggy blues

With all the current upheaval regarding our house move (or not) , it is having an affect on Maggie.
Poor love.
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,’

maggie1

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Doggy blues

  1. Crooked Tracks says:

    Yes, the animals have an amazing sense to know the feelings of us humans šŸ™‚

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