It's Sunday evening and Bailey carries my handbag over to me from across the room and drops it at my feet. The bag is zipped closed but he is sniffing the contents through the fabric intently.
The glucose meter still sits inside the bag from our outing earlier, so I wonder if he is trying to present me with it as part of his alert chain as he's done numerous times before.
I pull the meter out and as I do so, Bailey bumps my leg and promptly lies down at my feet.
"Is Jason high?" I say to him as I test Jason's blood sugars. The reading is 17.1... Suddenly I'm on a high all of my own because Bailey has just given me a spontaneous alert!
It's times like this these that are so exciting because you know that all your hard work is paying off and your dream of training a great DAD for your beautiful boy is no longer just that... it's getting a little closer to becoming a reality everyday.
The glucose meter still sits inside the bag from our outing earlier, so I wonder if he is trying to present me with it as part of his alert chain as he's done numerous times before.
I pull the meter out and as I do so, Bailey bumps my leg and promptly lies down at my feet.
"Is Jason high?" I say to him as I test Jason's blood sugars. The reading is 17.1... Suddenly I'm on a high all of my own because Bailey has just given me a spontaneous alert!
It's times like this these that are so exciting because you know that all your hard work is paying off and your dream of training a great DAD for your beautiful boy is no longer just that... it's getting a little closer to becoming a reality everyday.