Moe Speaks: Nurse Moe

I was really worried about Mom last night. She woke up a long time before she usually has to, and after tossing and turning for awhile, she got up and was sick. I'm usually not the nurse dog aroung here--Porter's much better at that--but I've never seen Mom look quite that color before and I was really worried. So, I crawled back into bed with her. I knew her tummy might be a little sore--mine always is after I throw-up--so I was extra careful not to step on it. Instead I curled up right next to her, making myself into a little living heating pad right in her belly curve. It must've been the right thing to do; just as she was drifting back to sleep Mom said, "Thank you, Moe-Moe."