It was 3:30 pm today and I was just sitting down in my office to write letters, when Bo came to me and alerted. Focused on getting my space ready for writing, I told him we'd check. He paw swiped me again and bowed. He was telling me Austin was low.
Austin was in his room taking a nap. He had an early start to the day. He had classes but he also gave a family friend's son a ride to school. By 3 pm he had finished his school work and decided to take a nap.
I followed Bo to Austin's bedroom door, knocked and told Austin that Bo had alerted and he needed to check. Austin, as he always does, obliged without a complaint. As he opened his pack to get his glucometer, I asked him if he ate lunch. His words were all jumbled when he answered me. He took two and three tries and the words just weren't coming out in the right order. I could tell he was low. He had not eaten lunch. The meter read 64.
"Good low, Bo," I announced heading toward the bedroom door. Bo circled me with excitement.
Austin took a glucose tablet; while Bo and I went to the kitchen where I rewarded him with cheese and a game of 'get you.'
Fifteen minutes later, Austin came out of his room and had something to eat. He was fine; his words came back to him -- all in the right order. As for me, I couldn't stop thinking about the wonder of the work Bo does for us each and every day.
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