Growing up I had a miniature poodle. My mother always said she wanted to come back as a dog in her house. It got me thinking about BJ living with me. I know we're both very lucky to have each other; however, the last few nights he was luckier.
For the past few days BJ wasn't feeling well. He had to got out very frequently including in the middle of the night. For the last four nights somewhere around 3 or 4 AM, he stood on the bed near me and began to hit my arm. When I didn't respond quickly enough he pulled the covers off me. I got the message. We ran out directly to the fire hydrant in front of the house. I did walk him to the corner just in case. I'm happy it's hot so I just needed to throw on shorts and a shirt.
The pillow is a needle point picture of BJ. My friend did a beautiful job.