Still, with several large sponsors pledging their support—including the possibility of a large contribution from the Otter Bay Banking Association—I could smell success on the horizon. It was Friday morning and my other duty called, the one that helped me pay my mortgage. If Moondoggy hadn’t poked his nose beneath my comforter, I would have slept clear through the sunlight and my alarm and everything. At the first sign of my eyelids lifting, Moondoggy whined and chased his tail. In dog language, I interpreted this to mean he wanted breakfast. “C’mon. Let’s eat.” I padded to the kitchen, slower than usual. Why my dog would not interpret my body language and hush up was beyond me. “Okay, I’m moving.” I poured kibble into his dish and gave him fresh water, but he had disappeared. I peered around the corner. “Moondoggy?” He whined and stood nose to door at the front of the house.
