Grrrrrrr...

I hear footsteps on the stairs after the kids have been put to bed:

Monkey Moma: I hear someone on the stairs...

Blessing #3: Well, Moma. Zacchaeus is under [B#5's] bed. I can hear him growling under there.

I can not figure out why the dog would be under his bed or why he'd be growling. So up the stairs I go. By the time I get in the room, B#3 is on his hands and knees, peering under B#5's bed.

B#3: I don't get it, Moma. He must have zoomed away because he's not there any more. Where did he go?

I am in the process of getting on my knees to take a peek when he says, "Did you hear him? Zacchie just growled again! Don't you hear him, Moma? I don't get it! He's not under the bed, but where is he?"

I look under the bed.
No dog.

I hear a low growl.
Not a dog.

B#5 is fast asleep.

And snoring. :)

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