Windy, prone to occasional gastric upsets.

The more I live with dogs, the more I realize how they share many human conditions.

When Jake or Windy doesn’t feel well, my lap is the place to be. Not my husband’s lap. Mine.

Yesterday Windy wanted in my lap. As I stroked her she hiccupped. Her body shook, and she made a little “urp” from down in her throat.

I have had furkids have hiccups before, but none wanted in my lap for comfort.

Well, I knew I couldn’t get Windy to chug a glass of water, breathe into a paper bag or eat a spoonful of sugar. I didn’t want to scare her because I want my lap to be a welcoming place. Perhaps I could startle her.

Figuring out my plan, I looked toward the bay window. As if there were something interesting out there, I jerked my body and started barking. Yes, I barked.

Windy was surprised and looked toward the window. Jake hopped up on the ottoman to look out and bark then Hope joined in. Windy’s hiccups had stopped.

I am so glad no one was there to record that and put it on YouTube.