So through a combination of circumstances, I have ended up babysitting my mother's dog while I'm down here in St. George, hiding from the world, but apparently not from poodles.
Anyhoo, when I woke up this morning, I discovered the poodle and his fancy new hairdo in bed with me, except that he was sleeping vertically like a person, and his head was on the pillow right next to me. He turned his head so that his nose was touching mine. He stared deeply into my eyes, and I could almost hear him say, "Well, well, well, life is full of little surprises, is it not?' Only in French.