Funny how concerned Fugee was with my being really, REALLY sick this week. Had a fever of 102.5 for five days, not strep, not pneumonia, not sure what it was. Maybe just an ideal way to do some endurance training three weeks before ALC.
Spent most of the time sleeping, Fugee pressed into me with his head on my chest, occassionaly looking up and giving me a worried glance and a lick. When friends came by to walk him, he had to be coerced to go out and leave me.
What a good friend.
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