Bunnie stared at the empty screen in disgust. She was just about to turn it off when she heard Izzie trot up the stairs.
Izzie jumped on Bunnie’s knee. Bunnie ran her hands over Izzie’s head, then stopped. “Don,” she yelled.
Don didn’t answer.
“Where the hell is her collar?”
He appeared at the door, a mug in each hand. “She has a collar?”
“Of course she has a collar. All dogs have one.”
He shrugged.
She ruffled Izzie’s neck. “That collar has been with Izzie since I got her. It’s an heirloom.”
“It’s just a collar.”
“Been everywhere with her,” said Bunnie, “even to space and back.”
Don slid the mugs next to the laptop. He’d forgotten about Izzie’s trip with Mex.
“He was up and back in jig time, according to Eunice,” said Bunnie.
“I remember now.”
“Swallowed a component,” said Bu
