This is a story about our little dachshund, Harley.  Shortly after Harley came to live with us I caught the flu.  He was about six months old and was as cute as he could be.  We still think that he is the world's cutest puppy.  Back to the story.
  I was very very sick and stayed in bed for several days.  Sandy was sleeping on the couch as she was afraid of catching what I had. I was running a high fever and having cold chills.  I could get no relief.  The only comfort I had was this darling  puppy that would lay beside me and sleep.  He would lay flat on his back and rest his little head on my shoulder.  As sick as I was, I still smiled every time I looked at him.  He was better that any heating pad.
  I don't tolerate fever well at all.  I tend to hallucinate as the fever rises.  On this paticular night I was about to freeze to death from the chills and Harley was my heating pad.  I would doze off and on through the night waking to very strange feelings.  Cold one minute, hot the next.
  About three A.M. I awoke to one of the strangest feelings yet.  Maybe my fever was breaking as I seemed to be sweating now.  I threw back the covers to cool off.  I looked down at little Harley and realized that my fever wasn't breaking.  There he was lying flat on his back,sound asleep and peeing straight into the air.  I was soaking wet.  Now my sickness was the least of my problems.  I jumped out of bed and took a shower, came back and stripped the bed.  I actually had to wake him up to change the covers.
  The next morning I awoke and thought about the terrible dream from the night before.  Then I realize that it had not been a dream at all.  I looked down and there he was, sound asleep, the cutest puppy in the world.

Carl