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me...Danny dropped the leash and he dragged that leash across the floor behind him and made a bee-line straight to me...never looking at anyone or anything else in the process. That just touched my heart so deeply...he just wanted to be with me...it reinforced my belief that maybe...just maybe...he’d make a great Service Dog for me someday. In the meantime he’s a wonderful mommy’s boy.
Crush-ing it - Deep Pressure Therapy!
Crush sleeps in a dog pen on my side of the bed every night. He actually refuses to go to bed if I am not in the bed next to him. Believe me...I’ve tried. I am pretty sure he already realizes when I have bad dreams and nightmares. The reason I say this is, when I recently had a particularly bad night, after I woke up and went to sit on the sofa, I was covering my face with my hands (I also had a headache) and Crush walked up to me and just sat beside me, right next to me and pressed himself up next to my left leg. He then just sat there for several minutes before getting up. That was the first time he did that when I had a bad night. He has done it a couple of times since then. He just seems to know not to be rambunctious when I don’t feel well...and to just be there instead.
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