My brother has a dog. A basset Hound, of all things. She's still a puppy, so she's the cutest thing on Earth, but she loves to chew things. My brother went to a music festival (Coachella) in California. The poor dog just sits at the window, waiting for him to come home. Every time I come up behind her, she turns around with a sort of expression saying, "Oh Hai! Do you know where daddy is?" When she's not at the window, she's flopped on a chair all depressed. Poor puppy.

Elmara