Many times in my life, I am seriously frustrated. It usually is work-related which may mean I come home exhausted - mentally & physically. All I want to do is crawl under the covers, tuck my head in, and block out everything else. When you have a dog - this usually means you can't do this. The dog's needs come before your own. Unless your dog is some kind of empath - which I swear Jazz is. I'm fortunate to have someone at home with Jazz nearly all the time. She goes out when she has to, but we really try to keep her on a schedule.
Most nights when I come home - Jazz greets me on the carpet (15 feet from the door) as trained to do. Then she runs to her crate to find an offering worth her owner (it varies nearly every day), she runs this back to me, shows it to me, and then takes it and jumps on my bed with it. It is now my job to take it from her and toss it for her to catch. This can go on for a while or just a couple of throws - it depends on Jazz and her ability to read me. Last night, I was mentally exhausted - she pulled out her newest toy (a Christmas gift from her Secret Santa) and brought it to me. I tossed it a couple of times and then she tossed it off the bed. I sat down and she kept pushing at me until I was laying down and she was curled up next to me.
Twenty minutes later, I wake up from my short nap to find Jazz anchoring me to the bed by sleeping across my legs and to find that my attitude was much, much better. This isn't the first time she's done that and I'm sure it won't be the last - I'm just thankful she's in my life.