"We just went out. What now? Not time yet."Looking up at me. Beseeching. whining.Grab the squeaky. Toss it. Lots of play. Biting, flinging about, returning to me. I squeak it, lob it off. Repeating.Return to my computer. "What now? Whining? Out?" We go out. Just dawdling and sniffing. Back inside.Soon crying again. "Please, what is it?" I glance around. Count the toys. What's missing? Oh yeah.Search the house. Finally.Whi...
