WE DON'T DO THIS. We don't get up in the middle of the night to eat, though we may get up to work or play on the computers. But we certainly don't get up to eat, and we most assuredly do not allow dogs on Papa's desk, where he is working on his book. For Papa was raised with hunting dogs, dogs who lived outside and never came inside, and certainly never knew the heady elation of lying on their Papa's desk!


Invited, however, we will come. And here we are, stalking the wild sandwich fragment.


Yes, indeed. This is pretty good. Forbidden, yes -- but pretty good!


Oh, yeah....


I came, I sniffed, I saw...and ate!


There IS a Heaven!



I belong here. I really do. I really, really, really do!