So today, Ben and I are at the library. We go there all the time, and we never have a problem.
Ben starts fussing, whining, obviously wanting up. Service dogs have to stay on the floor unless they are working… But, it’s the library, I don’t think anybody’s going to mind, so I pick Ben up.
Five minutes later, as Ben exhales in vast relief, I realize that my body has relaxed, and I am unwinding.
You know, I have always assumed that when he fusses at me when he is working that he is scared or upset. Which, to be honest, sometimes he is.
It never occurred to me until today that he might actually be offering to help me feel better and is upset because I am refusing! :)