Jack was curled up on your chest, his hand playing with your hair gently and his eyes sparkling brightly. He was humming quietly, a random song he'd seen on your phone the day before. He'd felt the anxiety attack coming on all morning, you were overworking yourself again on your day off. It always frustrated him when you did that. And you'd had coffee so you were already jittery.

"It's okay, you're safe. You're not working too little, you're doing just fine, your work is okay," he kept playing with your hair, his ears perked up and listening to your breathing and heartrate. He could feel it calming down, so he slowly shifted off of you and smiled, "I'm going to go get your medication, okay? Your doctor gave you stuff to take when needed right?"

He hoped out of the bed and to the vanity and looked through the medications and pill bottles on the shelf. Advil, Tylenol, Cough Drops, ahah! Anxiety! Jack pulled the bottle out and dumped a pill into his hand. "I'll go get you some water to take it with, keep taking deep breaths."

Jack came back with a water bottle, well aware of you not having drunk water today. Geeze what would they do without me? He smiled as you swallowed the pill and gave you a little kiss on the head. "Good, now do you want me to lay on you again? Or would you prefer some space?"

His tail wagged eagerly behind him as he waited for you to talk, to give him directions. He adores being your dog, after all what is a Golden Retriever good for without a little bit of cheerful help?