The way dogs judge your shoulders

I was mixing a live set yesterday and the bassist kept leaning into the mic like he was confessing to something. My dog, who’d been napping on the couch, suddenly lifted her head, ears twitching, and stared at me with that look—like she’d just read my spine. I didn’t even realize I’d tensed up until she did. Now I swear she knows when I’m about to lose it. And not in a ‘you’re stressed’ way—more like ‘this is why you’re not allowed near the snacks.’