I’ve been watching over Dad all day because he’s super sick.
Mom says his fever was up to 102.5. Dad stayed home from work, which he NEVER does, and spent most of the time in bed sleeping. When he wasn’t sleeping, he was in the bathroom.
Mom ran back and forth, fluffing pillows, pouring ginger ale and Gatorade, and being “bathroom monitor”.
I stayed on the bed and made sure he was comfortable. Mom said I was up there for so long, my nose was warm. So she dragged me out for a potty break and made me drink some water, too.
I’ll continue being watchdog throughout the night. Something tells me Mom will, too.
Woof! Love, Maggie