Dave has, as you know, a pit bull and a blue heeler.
I don't know these dogs, they don't know me. There were many scenarios in which I would have to enter the house without Dave and they would, I assume, kill me.
It turned out that didn't happen. Dave was here, so it was cool.
The blue heeler doesn't know I exist. She knows me as "The One Who Doesn't Know About Dog Food Portion Control, Read the Bag, Moron."
The Put Bull is temperamental. She is often snuggly, but if Dave yelps out in pain she looks right at me and growls. And that makes sense, because in her mind all of this hospice nonsense started right around the time I showed up and she is suspicious.
But Dilaudid has entered the picture, so maybe there will be less yelping.