Last night as I was hopping in the shower, Donna ran out to pick up some dinner. When I got out, Buddy was nowhere to be found. Not on the sofa, not on the bed, not in the guest bedroom. I started calling his name but got no response. I checked the back yard… not there either. Finally I checked the office – there he was, perched on his lookout, waiting for Donna to come back. By time I got my camera, he had decided to lay down.
