….just to be heard. I know I shouldn’t put my paw on a table. But if the mom or the girl isn’t going to listen, then what is a diabetic alert dog supposed to do?
So yeah. I broke the rules. But I was right so I got a cheerio and the girls BG stayed in range.
I feel like a bad boy. Hmmm. I like it. Whatever. Good boy. Bad boy. As long as I am a fed boy I’m good.