A granting boy and his dog
Dave spent the last week and a half madly working on a grant that he submitted this past Thursday. All of this mad-granting time coincided with the start of the spring semester so you can imagine how busy he was. He'd work until the early evening, come home, have some dinner and relax for an hour to an hour and a half, then would retire to the back room where he would remain until 2:30 or 3 AM. Every night. I would hang out in the living room until midnight or one out of sympathy, but then would head upstairs where I would eventually fall asleep with the lights on and my finger stuck between pages of "The Count of Monte Cristo". Eventually Dave would make his way up, brush his teeth, turn off the heat and lights and climb into bed. As soon as he was settled, you could hear the tip-tapping of claws making their way across the living room floor, up the stairs, through the beaded curtain, over to the pile of stinky socks on the floor, and then finally up onto the bed. Every single night, Flash would hang out downstairs until Dave got settled in bed, then would curl up next to him for the duration. We have the world's sweetest dog.