There is a bunny on my bed

[Cibach]

A few years ago we used to have my Step mother's old chihuahua for his holidays. Peter was old and arthritic and could hardly walk, or so he would have had you think!!
When he stayed with us in the country he would walk for miles following a good smell. He would come with us to the stables and walk for the whole hour of Anna's lesson wearing Anna's Dad out in the process.
We were told that he couldn't jump up onto a knee because of his arthritis but he would quite happily hop up onto our bed (normal height off the ground) and sit on your chest licking the end of your nose if he thought you had slept in too long.
He ate normal food instead of the carefully prepared human food and would eat it from a dish instead of having to be hand fed. In other words he was a dog.
To be fair he had a very rough start and my Step Mum rescued him into a better life, but I'm sure he enjoyed being just a normal dog when he stayed with us, instead of a pampered pooch.
When he stayed with us he had none of his usual health issues (he had fits and other issues, none of which happened when he was with us) and although he lived quite a long life for a small dog, I'm quite convinced his "Holidays" with us gave him a few extra years.

His "Mum" never knew of his alter ego, he even barked when he was with us, which he never did at home. They were convinced he couldn't.
I think if he could have winked, he would have!!

A holiday with others often does a beastie good!!