Ever since our Oscar Party, Dante has slept in the room with us. Last night Donna called him into bed after sitting on our butts in front of the telelvision for way too long. She headed into bed before me. It irks me when she turns out all the lights and makes me find my pajamas in the dark. The next morning my alarm went off at 5AM and I got Claire from the nursery. After I was about ready to head to work and Claire was fed and dressed, I heard….

"Something’s wrong…"
"What’s wrong?"
"Dante. Where is he?"
"Dunno…He’s usually under our feet in the mornings."
"Check the bed room again" she suggested as she whistled for him.
There was no dog. My heart skipped, and I was going to check the back yard while wondering if I had too much wine and left him out all night.

As I moved toward the sliding door, "Hey Devon, check the office first."
I turned on my heel and walked down the hall before turning the knob. Immediately Dante bounded from the room, as if saying "Hey idiot, I just wanted to check to see if Auntie M and Uncle Jon were still here with Jasper."

I half laughed and guffawed, as I called out "He’s here. Just wanted to spend the night in the office alone reading.