I woke up to find Leo curled up on the foot of my bed. I softly jumped down, so I didn’t wake him. I opened the blinds. Everything at Rainbow Bridge was fresh and shiny for the New Year. I walked over to my pantry and removed several strips of my finest bacon strips. I began cooking them in my flat skillet. Soon my cottage filled with the smell of freshly cooked bacon. I set up two plates, and two big glasses of milk. The scent of bacon stirred Leo. He yawned, looked around, then saw me by the table. He jumped down, ran to me, and hugged me as he danced in a circle. “They said it was time, and then I found him, they said it was time, and then I found him,” he repeated until we danced so much I got dizzy. “Who agreed to what and who did you find?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I wanted him to stop spinning. Chows have trouble talking and spinning. Leo stopped spinning. “Foley, I have the most fantastic news,” he said, baring his teeth, his smile wider than it h