It's been a rough week taking care of my human when she was sick. You know how it is, as soon as I was let in the door, I had to race upstairs to insure my place on the bed before my human could take that place away from me. I was out of breath, and my human had to bring my treat upstairs. She just seemed tired, but that wasn't my fault. I know where my place is, and she could not have it. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it. It was also necessary to teach her that where I am, there must be my treat. Sigh! I'm happy now. My human keeps talking about flutter bombs. I don't get that at all. I thought the air smelled good! Well, now, I'm so tired. I must not let the responsibility of taking care of my bed be let down. I must sleep.