My dad's been sick lately. I know it. I can smell it on him. We four-leggers have exceptional senses of smell so we can smell when someone isn't feeling well, often before they really register it themselves.

So he's been sick. He's coughing and hacking and sniffling and sneezing and not sleeping well. It's not a pretty sight. Not that he's ever really a pretty sight — I'll never understand what these two-leggers see in each other — but worse than usual of late.

So I've been giving him a break. I let him get away with not coming along on walks and not playing Wubba with me. I think we have to help our people when they're sick, not get on their cases. So when he's lying on the couch, I jump up beside him and give him a very long inspection, just to make sure there haven't been any new negative developments. He's usually got his eyes closed so I just look.

Then, if he seems cold lying there — again, what is it with two-leggers and being cold; I'm always warm! — I snuggle down beside or on top of him to share some of my heat. I figure it's the least I can do, right?

I hope he feels better soon, though. The wubba's getting lonely!

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