Gisbo said, awakening to a warm, wet doggy tongue lapping across his lips. “All right, girl, I’m up, I’m up!” Fao did a spin and wagged her tail so fervently her whole body shook. Gisbo smiled, shaking his head. “Even if I’m gone for an hour, you act as if you haven’t seen me for years! Wish I had your joy!” Gisbo said, leaning forward and scratching Fao behind the ears, then burying his face in her chest. “Love you girl.” It was then he noticed the quiet. Usually his Grandfather was up before him, and Gisbo would awaken to the sound and smell of something greasy and delicious sizzling on the skillet, but this time, there was only Fao. “You see where he went girl?” Gisbo asked. Fao barked. “Ok, then, show the way!” Together, Gisbo and Fao climbed down the stairs with Fao in the lead. She led him through the garden, across the bridge, and up the hill where the doorway awaited.
