See, I serve another purpose in addition to being the diabetic alert wonder dog. I am a foot rest for the girl as she sleeps. ARGH! The kid moves around so much while she sleeps it’s not even funny. So what do I do? Run away and leave her in her bedroom alone? No, that would be irresponsible. I stay there, so I can keep on the smell-out (get it, look out, smell out) and I put up with the consequences. Including, but not limited to, being used as a foot rest. Such is life here. And it’s a good one.