When a child becomes sick, they immediately want the comfort of a mom.We all want the hugs, warm blankets tucked around us by tenderly, our feverish forehead soothed by a gentle hand, and someone to tell us it's all going to be okay, and that they will take care of us no matter what.
We need the reassurance of a safe place where we can recover and get 'all better'. And perhaps our favorite blanket or lovey or story.
Sound familiar?
So when my dog comes up next to me, snuggling close and asking for some attention - and then vomits a particularly disgusting mass of partially digested wild rabbit all over my foot, carpet, and desk chair, it's a form of an accolade to me as a nurturing and caring provider, as a surrogate mother figure.
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