Where'd Zoe Go?!

She's such a tolerant dog. He was yelling, "Where'd Zoe Go!?!"  Then yanking the blanket off.  She kept looking up at me like "Why?  Why won't you help me woman?"

After the morning hijinks I dozed, then ripped some more wallpaper off, then dozed some more.  Feeling like I'm getting some kind of chest cold or something, so though I'm scheduled to run tomorrow, I might make it an easy mile or 2.