Nighttime came around and I found myself carrying Mico with me into Damien's room for moral support.

"What's that?" He asked me as I set down the pooch on his little bed near the couch, close to to the sliding door, leading to the terrace.

"His name is Mico." I said squatting down to pick him up.

"Why is he here?" Damien asked again, tilting his head to stare at the little fella.

"He's sleeping here tonight, just like me." I said, cradling the little guy who had his eyes trained on Damien.

"Hell no, he isn't!" He didn't even let me properly introduce them to each other.

"Why? It's...