Matt has developed a dislike of having his blood checked, having an unfortunately realistic fear that he'll end up in the hospital for more days than he cares for. We were at the stage of his trying to convince me to hold off on calling the doctor, knowing the doctor would most likely send him to the ER.
On this particular day we were relaxing on the couch. Mocha, my Jack Russell Terrier, was stretched out between us and Matt was giving her lots of attention. I leaned in on Matt.
"How come Mocha's getting all the attention and not me?" I asked with a mischievous smile.
"Mocha's not trying to send me to the hospital," came Matt's quick teasing response.
"Mocha's not trying to save your life!" I responded just as quickly.
I was rewarded with attention.
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