“Trust the dog” poem.

EAC‘s trainers say “trust the dog”.
Post breakfast waffles, the girl was in a fog.

I pawed the mom to alert her of an impending low.
Too bad that day the mom was being a bit slow.

She didn’t check BG, assuming the girl was high.
I had to keep alerting.  As usual, sigh….

By the time the mom checked, ten minutes had passed.
The girl was 69 and the mom gasped!

Then the girl got a juice and a glucose tab,
I got cheese and Cheerios, and the mom telling me I’m fab!

But seriously, TRUST THE DOG!
Or else you will be an unfortunate topic on my blog.

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