I’ve read several accounts of dogs looking after pregnant women. Of dogs being aware that the lady of the house was in a special state and needed to be treated with tenderness.
Of course, I had no such illusions with our Nan. She’s just as she ought to be - playful as a pup, a brat and bursting with a secret energy source.
However, there was a pleasant surprise – she does know I’m to be treated with special tenderness. So while she plays predator to the rest of us at home – stalking and jumping when you least expect it, I get escorted around the house like royalty.
She likes to lay down near me when I’m reading or working on the computer giving me a gentle lick now and then to remind me of her nearness. During my mandatory walks, she’s just a whisker away. I know she doesn’t understand this strange practice of walking up and down in the driveway but she’s faithfully there behind me. Of course, I would be exaggerating if I said she’s always there. You see, she’s competing for that perennial universal championship for the Global Ratter of a Lifetime Award for dogs. So a squeak means she’s vanished but she soon gets back. As sure as there’s sunshine after rain. :-)
And here's our baby at 37 weeks
Picture credit: mce.k12tn.net
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