I wake up and see the human still sleeping on her bed. I look around and we are alone in the room. Well apart from the ghost that lives in the ceiling. The first time I saw it, I tried to warn the human but she got mad at me for some reason. This is the same reaction she has every time I speak in the big kennel that we both live in. So after some time I have learned to not speak unless we are way from the kennel, with all the wonderful smells and other humans and dogs who look like me. I don’...
