Our Boston terrier, Jazzy, has started doing something that makes my heart do happy flip flops! Our house is arranged in such a way (like a figure eight) that she often loses me. It doesn’t help that she’s 12 and can’t see or hear all that well. Mom and Russ say she begins to panic if she runs around the house and can’t locate me. I only make matters worse when I call out to her, because she can’t figure out the direction of my voice. But then there’s the moment she sees me clear across the room or hall and runs full blast toward me. If she could speak aloud, I’m certain her words would say, “Mo-o-o-o-o-o-m. I missed you. I needed you!”