I Stand up and start off towards the stairs. Mom moves forward and grabs JB. "Hold on hon, I'll get him dried off and his fur and legs clean before I send him up so he doesn't make a total and utter mess out of your bedroom, ok?" I nod. I make my way upstairs and to my bedroom. I shower and brush my hair out, putting it into a long French braid. I towel dry myself off and lay on my bed with my towel in between me and my pillow. I was so excited that JB was staying here tonight.

I laid there staring at my ceiling, about ready to fall asleep, when there was a knock at my door. I sit up quickly, happy as I possibly could get. I wrap my robe around me and dash to the door. My dad was standing there with a large cushion. He walked in and laid it on the floor, a blanket and pillows stacked up on it. JB walked in and sat in the middle of the floor watching him.

I was still so siked! After my father got it set up, he walked back to the door, "Wear cloths tonight, ok? You know what mutts will do, they see a crack and think it's an invitation." JB Snorts, my father glares at him and looks at me with a slight forced smile. I walk over to him and hug him, "Thanks dad, I love you." He hugged me back and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, then retreated out of my bedroom.

I looked at JB who had already found a spot on the tiny little cushion. I smiled at him, and he returned it with a light bark. "Daddy's funny, isn't he?" I ask bending over and petting him. He lays his head on his paws and closes his eyes. "He thinks my JB is a bad puppy." I pretended to pout. Turning away from him, I untied my bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. I could feel eyes on my back. Turning around, I saw JB staring at me with wide, shocked eyes.

Sitting on the bed, I pat the mattress next to me. He lifts himself to his feet but doesn't move. He whimpers slightly. "Well come on." I coax him. He was just a dog. Fairly nervous dog too. I push myself back against the wall and pat the mattress again. He walked forward and stopped at the edge of the bed. It was a king, big enough for me and him. I laid down as he climbed on. I smiled as he climbed up so that he was eye level with me and laid so that his back was facing me. Smiling, I turned my light off. JB went rigid in the dark, his breathing deep and heavy. I smiled and wrapped my arm over him. His deep breathing stopped as he laid his head down on the pillow and shifted.