Pit skin rug.

Within the last few months Dutch has a established this tendency to hover. He follows me from room to room and lays down nearby, a lot of times he’s very quite about this and I accidentally step on him. I doubt that a day goes by when I don’t unexpectedly step on him, at this point he hardly even notices.

But every time that I do step on him I apologize gratuitously. I wonder all the time if he can read the sincerity in my tone of voice. But usually I just assume he thinks I’m a jerk.