Fritz on Dad's lap,looking out the front window at night and sleeping upside down on the bed.Before that one,mom and i tried to get him to go downstairs to see Dad,no way he woud go,he growled and stayed there for two hours.Lat night,he sat and looked at dad and sat and wagged his trail and spoke in hiz own language wanting dad to go up to bed.Today, I have to watch both him and dad as mom is going to Toronto to see the Radio City Music Hall Rockettes to do a Christmas show.Fritz has already had his Porridge ,Cereal and Toast,been out and is keeping dad company now on the couch. My computer froze up yestyerday,working on it,so tha tis why i wasn't on here,hopefully i have it straightened out by now.