Maybe The Dog’s Not So Bad After All!
“Damn dog” I thought to myself as I hunted around the bedroom floor trying to find my wonderfully warm toweling robe. I cursed again as I remembered I didn’t have it with me. I was staying with my Mother-in-law, and her stupid German Shepard had woken me up at the crack of dawn barking at something or other he’d taken offense to. I crawled out of bed and quietly opened the door, careful not to wake my still sleeping partner. The light had begun to seep into the hall, gently illuminating my way. I stepped slowly, careful to mind any creaking boards so as not to wake anyone else. On my way to the bathroom I had to walk past my sister-in-law’s bedroom, I noticed that the door was slightly ajar, the murky morning light …