An Ode to my EDD (Emotionally Disturbed Dog)

As I lay in my bed, covers pulled all the way up, my one constant companion was my sweet, loyal pup.

Sure I’ve written before about how she’s emotionally distraught, but when I had stomach flu, she most certainly was not.

She stayed on top of the situation and kept a watchful eye, listening for intruders with an ear to the sky.

She’d come close when I beckoned, to help me stay warm, and spent the rest of the time splayed out on the bed, achieving rare form.

She even played Lassie when my fever was high, and I felt really woozy and my tongue was all dry,

She came up to my face, sniffed me and let out a cry, then decided to cover me in kisses so I wouldn’t die.

Just proof, as my husband says, that’s she’s really MY pet, but I still am not ready to accept that just yet.

I think she just knows who makes sure she gets fed, which is why she’s spent two days next to me in bed.

SO here’s to Shelby, my snuggly mutt. When listing the best dogs of all time, you’ll always make my cut.