It's 4:30 in the morning; I've been awake for over an hour with this blasted sciatica stuff. I got up to take my ibuprofen and am waiting for it to kick in. While lying here in bed, our big ol' slobbery (yes Great Danes can be slobbery at all hours) Henley got off his bed, made those incredibly sweet sounds Danes do when they're either stretching or you're loving on them, and came to my side of the bed to let me know he was there for me.

It's the craziest thing about this dog. Whenever I hurt physically or am upset emotionally Henley will immediately place himself at my side. I don't call him, but he's there. He innately knows when I'm hurting.