My other best moment of the weekend: on Saturday, while I worked on an assignment sheet, the dog wandered away down the hall and didn't come back. Usually, this isn't a good sign, so I went down the hall to see whether he was eating tissues or searching for something even more solid to destroy. When I reached the bathroom, I could hear him but not see him.
Which is how I found him standing in the bathtub, into which he'd climbed all the way and in which he was, as far as I could tell, just standing.
This morning when I woke up, I looked at him on the floor and realized, yet again, that I live with a little wolf.