I’ve often heard people comment on my dog’s dazzling intellect.
Her name is Norma, and she sometimes seems perceptive, wise, intuitive, bright. She’s a little cockapoo with a big brain, and … and …
Tonight, my son Emmett had a fever, and vomited in bed. It was an ugly scene, and I quickly removed his nasty pajamas and rushed him to the shower. He washed off, then toweled off, then got dressed. When I returned to his room to get a new pair of PJs, Norma was atop his dirty sheet.
Eating his throw up.
