Jax was fussy this evening, as happens probably 3 nights a week. I was pacing around, trying not to hover over Andy as he tried to comfort him. (Not because he wasn't doing it right, just because I get anxious when Jax is crying and I'm not doing anything about it) Archie was pacing right along with me, trying to help out. So, we figure out he's not just having trouble going to sleep and he needs a little food. I sit down to feed him and Andy says, "OK, well me and Archie are going to go downstairs and change clothes." and heads out of the room and downstairs. Archie starts to go, hesitates...then looks back at me. I say, "We're OK, pooch. Go get him!" Archie barrels out of the room and down the stairs, happy to be released from duty.
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