By L.L.
My dog Dolly is a little black and brown Terrier. She is not a very bright or obedient dog. She is not even a particularly loyal dog. But the silly little dog pulled my family through the worst time of our lives. She obeys commands if she feels like. She makes us wonder whether she understands anything at all. But a big part of the problem with her attitude is her upbringing: She is spoiled rotten. My dad is the biggest culprit. While he can instill fear in me just by the tone of his voice we have not heard him raise his voice with Dolly. In fact, one look from Dolly to Dad, to the biscuit tin, is enough to send my dad flying to get her a treat. Every time we protest about the unfair treatment, a smirk creeps across father’s face.
My father had a stroke and a heart attack suddenly. He was in the hospital in ICU and doctors had not been very hopeful. It was like a big blow to our family. I was under a lot of emotional stress I was not able to cope. To calm myself I started thinking about our Dolly. I could not help but talk about her pranks and silly acts. It really worked. My mother relaxed and smiled too. Believe it or not we noticed a smirk across my fathers otherwise still face. This response from my father gave doctors hope. Dad started to respond to treatment. Everyday my mother and myself started talking about Dolly. We would massage his limbs talking about Dolly.
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