Greg is asleep on the couch, arms folded over his chest, face serene. Zoe (our Labrador) is sitting on the floor right next to his head, just staring at him. It doesn’t matter that his eyes are closed. It’s fifteen minutes until her dinnertime, she is going to will him awake. She’s so polite. Just sits. And stares. She’s got faith. He will arise. Annnnny second now. Annnnnnnnnnnnnny second now….
