It's Wednesday after school and Jason's zigzagging through the kitchen on the swing car slider. Bailey is staying close to him, so I decide to get the camera out to take some shots of them together. Bailey keeps stretching forward to try and sniff Jason's mouth but Jason's busy playing and keeps moving away. I notice how persistent he is so I ask Jason to stop for a minute and let Bailey check him out. He puts his nose to Jason's mouth and then paws the front of the car he's sitting on. Bailey looks at me, prompting me to get the meter out and test him. He's 6.9. "Perfect" I say happily. Bailey's still staring at me and he goes over and starts fussing over Jason, giving him a big kiss on the face. I tell him that our boy is fine, that's he's okay. I give him one of his special heart shaped dog cookies, the ones we keep especially for alert rewards, but only one, and without the usual 'low party' enthusiasm we carry on with as a reward. I stand there pondering his alert. I'm telling him that he's fine again but a little voice in the back of my mind keeps saying listen to him. I feel a bit foolish but I go to the fridge and get Jason a big glass of milk and tell him he should have it. I'm thinking as I go...maybe I should give him a hypo kit instead but I don't do it, after all I tell myself, he's not having a hypo, he's not even low! I ask what his BGL's were at lunch time and he says 14.1. A bit high, so I ask him how he's been feeling, and he says he has a sore throat. He was off school the day before with an upset tummy and I've been fighting the winter ills myself this week, so I'm not surprised by his elevated numbers at lunch. Bailey has watched me give him the milk, he's had his treat but he still stands there staring at me. Jason goes off to play in his room, shutting the door behind him and I go about getting some prep ready for dinner. An hour passes and Jason comes to me and says "Mum I feel low". I think to myself how unlikely this is but when I look up at him I see that he has the unmistakable paleness of a hypo. I get the meter out and Bailey is hovering closely since Jason walked into the room. I test him, and he's 3.2! I'm surprised by the fact he's dropped, let alone how quickly, especially after the milk given earlier. Usually at this time of the day he's very stable, and if anything, getting ready to have his fast acting insulin to bring him down a bit before dinner. But now I'm also in disbelief, disbelief that our pup Bailey has once again managed to alert to a hypo coming before the meter even registers it. I tell Jason how amazing Bailey is to be able to do that and how lucky we are to have him. I get Jason's lunchbox out to clean, and there, still sitting at the bottom, is the muesli cookie he was suppose to eat at lunchtime after his sandwich. He had P.E. in the afternoon and he should have had those carbs. I ask him why he didn't eat it and he tells me he felt a little unwell in the tummy. I think about how this is just another variable that played a role in him having a hypo today. If Bailey alerts Jason in the normal range like this again, I'd probably give him the hypo kit, but these situations are new and we're still learning, learning what Bailey is capable of for one thing... I go over to where Bailey's standing. I hug him close and say what I always do... "Good low boy, good low". Then I add, "I owe you a party"....