What if we were protecting each other?

By Lynne Cory

What if on the way to the veterinarian’s office, I explained to my dog, Dug, that he would be getting a blood test and I would not leave his side and when we arrived they asked me to stay out front?

What if Dug became defensive and wriggled out of his collar and growled at the three kind nurses and jumped on my lap? What if after a bit of a struggle, they got the blood sample but we both left the office shaken? What if we are highly intuned to each other? What if there was something else going on that I could not see?