Monty's life has changed since I started medical leave and am not working. I thought I'd give him space to share his perspective. In his woofs:
Woof woof arooooooo ruff woof. Arooooo! Rar rar rar! Woof.
Woof arf arf ruff woof. Arooooo. Woof.
Woof arf arf ruff woof. Arooooo. Woof.
Translation:
Mom sometimes confuses me as an insecure dog, afraid of the world, and tells you this story. The truth is, I'm her protector. I'm at her side to make sure no dog harms her or takes her away.
She has been stressed lately, which is why I have extended extra cuddling in the morning, and only once the sun rises rather than before dawn; she needs her rest. She questions why I lick myself in the morning and then immediately lick her face. It's because I am devoted, and my saliva has an antibiotic, so I am helping her. (You can Google it, if you're familiar at all with the search engine.) It also is fun.
She is in good hands, and we thank you for your food.
My response:
I didn't know his voice was so serious—this is new to me—but given I've joked he imprinted on me, I'm not entirely surprised.
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