I will admit, I’m one of those frustrating people who can’t stop thinking or talking about my dog.
I am completely obsessed with the little guy, because no one is more affectionate, trustworthy, or loyal than him in my entire life.
I enjoy my old buddy & I only want the best for him in every way. That’s why I took notice of his weird behavior last week & was instantly distraught that there was a serious problem. It began in the brisk fall mornings, when I would wake up & find that he wasn’t sitting at the end of our bed like usual. Rather than sitting in his warm, soft bed, I would find him on the cold, strenuous floor in the or sprawled out on the chilly tiled bathroom floor. He appeared to be quite pleased, but acted a bit guilty when I caught him lounging in these weird locations. It only continued throughout kitchen the week, & I was having to go searching for my dog in the house everyday after that. I easily could not figure out what was going on with him. I was just about to bring him to the emergency vet when I happened to kneel down on the floor next to him one afternoon & realized what the hot issue was… the heat. My old dog wasn’t acting irrationally, in fact, he was intelligently seeking out heat sources throughout the house. All of his new preferred spots were conveniently located next to air vents, & my wiley dog was soaking up every ounce of hot air from the heating system that he could find. These mornings I’m less anxious about him, afterall, I bought many space boilers so he can always kneel comfortably in his preferred places.