Lisa appeared in my room at 4:30 this morning. She was holding Bobo.
“I’m leaving for Mom and Dad’s. Please take Bobo, he’s not used to sleeping by himself in the mornings.”
I made some unintelligible noise and Lisa plopped the dog on my bed. When my alarm finally went off, I looked down and little Bobo just kept on sleeping soundly. He is the cutest thing in the entire world. I felt bad having to wake him up.