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.