Sydney paced most of the night, trying to lie down and getting right back up to pace some more. He went in and out and in and out again . . . and again. So at 6 am we called the answering service at the vet’s and they just called back and he is going in at 9:30. When I went into the kitchen, he stood between my legs and the cabinet as if seeking shelter.

Still, though, he thought he should ride along to see that Alison got to work okay; I told him he needed to stay home and rest with Der Bingle. That’s hard for him, dontcha know.