Poor Youngest Hawthorne Is Sick.

Poor Youngest Hawthorne. He's been thrown out of his bedroom while the remodel is going on and he's staying in Missie Hawthorne's bedroom. And he's been sick all weekend.















Dixie, strangely, was lying out in the hallway. Just looking at her big brother, sick in the bed.












Youngest Hawthorne called me and asked me to get Dixie to pay him some attention. All it took was a click and a nod to Dixie and she jumped right up on his bed.

She's funny that way.

She was lying in the hallway, which she never does, but she was looking after YH. As soon as I gave her the word, she jumped right up there with him.

Dixie likes to comfort sick people.

I know this from personal experience, and also from what my dear friend, "Maxine," has told me.
































Ooooh, Dixie's got the EYES.




















Several years ago, my dear, dear friend "Maxine,"
came to see me for her twice a year visit. Seemed Dixie was quite attentive to "Maxine," i.e. she was ON TOP OF HER ASS THE ENTIRE TIME SHE WAS HERE. She spent all the time on the couch with "Maxine." When "Maxine" went to bed, Dixie went upstairs with her.

Days later, when "Maxine" went back home and went to her doctor, he discovered a grapefruit sized tumor in her gut. It was removed successfully. And she is fine.


The next time Maxine came down here, Dixie, again, was at her side, constantly. Maxine is convinced Dixie is on to her. When she went back home, turns out she had cellulitis. Another horrible condition.

Maxine now looks to Dixie as a barometer to her physical condition.


Several months ago, I had umbilical hernia surgery.

I came home that night after surgery. I don't think Dixie liked the way I smelled.
The first night I was home, she slept in the hallway right outside my bedroom. The second night she did something she's never done to me before.


She jumped up in my bed and very carefully straddled my body.
(I was on my back, and so swollen I couldn't move to the side or anywhere. Normally, I can't sleep on my back. Usually, I'm on my stomach or side and turn like a rotisserie chicken all night long.)

Dixie very gingerly laid her head right beneath my incision site. And she stayed there for the night.

I love Dixie.




Usually, Dixie stays right next to me all night. Right now, she's still with Youngest Hawthorne, in his bed, because he's sick and she knows he is, and she knows he wants and needs her there with him tonight. Animals are amazing creatures.