I hate being sick! Someone will say, "What a news! You might think someone loves!" In fact, there are people who love it all. Probably because of the secondary benefits of the type of increased attention to them. But I really hate it. I got the flu for the first time in ... I don't even know the twisting of years. Six or seven for sure.
The dogs immediately realised that the control was reduced. Of course, they empathise with me, especially little Michelle.
But the temptation to mischieve while I'm sick turns out to be stronger than sympathy.
Another problem is that I completely lost my voice. Only a hisper hiss is coming from my throat and I can't call the dogs to order.
Of course, the situation doesn't entertain me much, but it's really interesting to observe the behaviour of dogs. This happens every time I lose control. The herd instincts are starting to work and they are trying to change the hierarchy. Everything is correct from the point of view of nature - the leader must be strong.
Nevertheless, they try to show care and lie around me. They probably think I'm freezing. In fact, so much dog heat makes me start to boil and it seems that I will steam! But they are sure they know better what I need. 😁