I needed some comfort last night, so I took the two spotties to bed. Prissy hasn't howled in a couple of nights and I'm convinced I can ultimately teach her that I'm the decider-crate or no crate and howling doesn't sway me. I fired up the electric blanket-chihuahua heaven. Dottie stretched out in her spot in the crook of my arm.
Dottie's eye is dim, her coat fading, but she's still the loyal old friend who can comfort me like no other.