It's the little things...
I haven’t been feeling well the last couple of days. I actually came home early yesterday because I was exhausted after getting no sleep the night before.
The doggies were crated in the other room so I just went straight to my room for a nap.
About two hours later I heard the doggy stamped barreling down the hall.
I fell back into a light sleep, but was awakened again when I heard Oscar approach my bedroom door. I heard him lay down in front of the door, but I tried to ignore him. He then pawed once at the door which is not like him.
Finally, I heard my Dad approaching the door asking Oscar what he was doing, no one is in there he said. He opened the bedroom door, surprised that I was home and Oscar was right.
It warmed my heart a little that my pooch KNEW I was there.