Once she had it opened, she was in total shock. She couldn’t understand why they had made her get a dog cage to put together. Her family didn’t ow... a dog. But, after a short while, she put it together and saw it wasn’t that big. Then, she shoved it into the closet. It was a tight fit, but she managed to get it in, with the door to the cage right at the opening to the door of the closet.Still wondering why she had to do this, she stripped her bed and put fresh sheets on it. It needed changing. Their son was already taking after him, from the unusual grey eyes to his more quiet personality. When he looked at their daughter, he smiled and remembered the day Emma told him she was expecting, how they had held each other while she cried. Emma. His wife, his life, his destiny. The sound of his name brought him back to the present. Logan looked up to see the cook standing in the doorway. He pushed off from the corner of the barn and headed in for dinner. Logan heard the voices before he was. They hung streamers of crepe paper and balloons along the ceiling and walls, reaching all the higher places with a ladder, and filled all the snack trays with candy, peanuts, and other sweets." Jodie's father Jim, a short man of fifty, with a pink complexion and a bald head, helped with the decorating. They joked and laughed as they worked, enjoying themselves."Your father was really a big help," stated Laurie, "and a lot of fun, too." Yes, I know," replied Jodie. "Ever since my mother died. We slept in her big bed that night, and I set my internal alarm for 2:00 in the morning before we went to sleep.It seemed that we had no more than fallen asleep when my alarm woke me. Grace was a warm bundle cuddled up against me, and I thought of the many females of my own kind that I had lived with, and also the many human females who I had lived with over the years, but all of them had only lasted a few decades at most. Grace had already lived five hundred years or so, and if she was on her.