Isn’t it incredible how both dogs and kids have an innate ability to sense whenever something’s wrong? You don’t even have to tell them there’s a problem, yet, somehow, they know that there is, in fact, a problem. I, for one, have been extremely appreciative of that innocent intuition as of lately.
So you may have heard by now about the horrible ordeal my poor dad has been through recently. Yes, he suffered his third stroke at the young age of 65. And since my parents live over six hours away, I’ve felt extremely torn between wanting to be there to help and wanting to be here with my husband and kids. If I could clone myself, it would more than ideal.
But since I can’t, I’ve periodically been found crying on the couch or in the bathroom. And Goatdog, bless his naughty little heart, always seems to come to my rescue. He sticks right by my side ready to lick away my tears. Sure, it’s probably in part because he digs the salty taste, but it’s also because he can sense my sadness. And he doesn’t like it.
The kids are also pretty darn perceptive even when I try to disguise my heartache. I don’t know how they know, but somehow, they can just tell when I need a great big giant hug. And let me just tell ya, the power of those tight, sweet hugs does wonders for a case of the ol’ blues.
Nope, I wouldn’t trade these three awesome pick-me-uppers for anything in this world: