In my previous post, I described how my brother would stay with us from time to time, for several days or weeks. On one such occasion he went out and was not home early, so we went to bed. He had a key. Some time around midnight I was awakened by a shriek. I turned over and saw two things: my wife standing on her pillow and the rear end of a dog nosing his way under the blankets. In a conditioned reflex, I picked up the dog, put it on the floor, gave it a slap and said git outta here! Crisis over, but as I started to lower my head to the pillow, I came fully awake and sat up. Whaddaya mean, dog! We don't have a dog.

There are some people to whom small children and animals are attracted. David was one of them. The dog followed him home. Feeling sorry for the little fellow out so late, Dave took him in, gave him a drink and something to eat. Then, before he could stop him, the dog ran into our room and jumped on the bed.

Dave was worried that we'd be angry, but how could anyone be angry with good ole' soft-hearted Dave for very long?