Spot on the daybed in Stephen's office, tucked in, head on pillow. I have never known a more loving, well behaved and spoiled rotten dog. He is often Mama's baby and Daddy's pal. Now that I've changed my hours and work every Friday and Saturday night, Monday is now often my errand day and Spot has now gotten into the habit of traveling along with me, the bank, the Co-op for grain, etc.. This past Monday, I took the Focus and Spot rode shotgun. Occasionally he'll bark at a stranger passing by while I'm in the store. He unfortunately, must have been scared, because when I returned to the car after my last stop, he had blown his butt glands. Oh my gosh, he was mortified and I needed a clothespin for my nose. Zoe will be so mad as the Focus is the car we let the kids use when they're home.