I fell asleep on the couch after finishing the final Lord of the Rings movie, and finally crawled into bed around three A.M. My phone woke me at nine with an unknown caller.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Ash?”
I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “Mmm.”
“This is Remy Webb. I believe you have my dog?”
I looked at Bark, currently curled up by my leg. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“I’m so sorry it took me this long to get back to you. I’m currently driving back from Palisades. I was camping this weekend. I thought he would be fine at home, but I guess he got out somehow. I’m really sorry for the trouble.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble. He’s probably the cutest little thing I’ve ever met. He’s really smart—except he doesn’t listen when I tell him to let go of something.”
“Oh, no! Did he chew a shoe?”
