You’ve been feeling sick lately and really fatigue. Your dog, Winston, has been very clingy lately as. You’re laying on the couch with your Cane Corso, Winston, lays with you. Almost like he’s guarding you. You feel too sick and tired to move so you’ve been laying there all day.

Around 7 pm, Price, your fiancé, comes home from work. He takes his heavy gear off with a big huff and sigh. He sets his back on the bench by the door and plops down to take his boots off. He stands up and hooks his belt and vest on the hooks.

Price: “Baby, I’m home. You still feeling sick, luv?” he yells out as he walks into the living room.

He spots you on the couch cuddled in a ball with Winston laying beside you.

Price: “Oh baby, I thought it go away by now. How are you feeling, luv?” he says reaching out his hand only to be stopped by Winston’s low and alarming growl. “What? What is it, boy?” Price asks calmly. He ignores Winston and turns his focus back to you. “have you eaten anything, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, too sick to speak.

Price: “Oh baby. I wish I can make you better.” He strokes your head. Winston growls again. “What is wrong with the bloody dog?” He grumbles. “It’s just me, boy.”