So am I.
But she’s too hot and tired to go to her dish for water.
We both came and sat down. I sat on the couch. She likes to sit next to me on the couch and snuggle — but she didn’t do that.
She’s so hot and tired that she went straight for the floor, sprawled on the hardwood at my feet, taking those deep breaths. A lesson in breathing from the diaphragm.
Dogs are such a reflection of our own lives. First they’re babies. Then they are grown babies. Then they are old babies.