I love, love, love my doggy. My Abby is such a good girl and she loves me too.
I feel bad for her when I’m pregnant. I’m grumpier and more sensitive. My nose is especially more sensitive. All Abby wants to do is love me. And lately all I do is tell her to go away.
She’s been rather gassy lately. And it’s quite obvious to my sensitive nose too.
I’ve been on the computer and all of a sudden, as I sit here typing, this very unpleasant odor starts floating in my direction. I immediately want to gag because I’m still dealing with some residual morning (evening) sickness and that smell is just nasty. I look around and there’s the culprit – Miss Abby, lying faithfully at my feet. I tell her to go away. She gets up and gives me that “mournful” look and slowly walks away. I feel bad, but oh well.
Five minutes later, that odor starts coming my way again.
Yep, there she is right next to me. I send her away. Again, the sad look and slow retreat.
A little while later? There’s that smell again. This time, I give up. I put poor Abby outside on the porch. I feel bad, but my nose/stomach can not take it right now.
So here is my poor sweet doggy who loves me so much all she wants is just to sit by me. And I am so mean and keep sending her away.
Here she is, outside on the porch, sitting on her favorite chair: