This week, my fiancé, Jim, has suffered from a stomach bug that's been going around.
I've mentioned that Elka's love is not always a gental love. That bony ridge on the top/back of her skull has connected with my face more often that I'm strictly happy with. She steps on whatever body parts are nearby, she runs into us, she bonks us with her nose.
Sometimes, though, if we feel sick or have a headache, she calms down. She acts concerned and solicitous. And so Jim has discovered that, while looking for an aid for an upset stomach, a Doberman is better than a hot water bottle.