When I get ready for bed, Zinnia usually goes upstairs and waits for me. Every night, she has a different gift for me. Labs are among the world’s m0st generous gifts, she often shares her bones with Bud and Fate, and those two don’t share anything with anybody.
When I get to the top of the stairs, she likes me to take the present and thank her for it, otherwise, she looks a little crestfallen. This is what these dogs do when they retrieve ducks, I gather.
Each night the gift is different, it might be a bone, a throw toy, or some disgusting thing she picked up outside. I appreciate it, or at lest I pretend do.
Zinnia has a huge heart, and she manages to always life mine.