It is 1.30 in the morning ... and CoCo wakes me up to go out (she taps her toenails on the linoleum in the kitchen -gets me every time!) ...
Hey, when you're 16 years old, sometimes (ok -alot of times!) you have to go OFTEN!
Ok. I get up ... I put the lights on ... I walk to the living room ... I put on my sneakers; I put on my jacket; I put on her leash; and
CoCo is just lying there.
I'm talking - no enthusiastic tail-wagging door lunge - in fact --
I open the front door and I'm standing there, and she's just laying there. "C'mon, Coke!" -- nothing -- and then --
And then my sugar started to crash.
Quickly, I got something in me to 'stem the tide'. And I thanked her over and over again (with promises of more "Looks like hell!" meatloaf for Sunday) and
She let out a tired sigh and lay down on one of her blankets
After rescuing me
THANK YOU COCO!!!!
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