The Case of the Missing Puppy

After being greeted calmly by the puppy when I got home from a crummy day at work, I made a phone call, and he was with me. Then I went to the computer. And when I was done, I went looking for the puppy. Not on his dresser. Not on his chair. Not under his bed. Not in Grandma and Grandpa's room. Not on the couch. Not on any of the chairs in the living room. Not in the kitchen. The door to Mommy's room was not ajar enough for him to be in there. And then, I saw the bathroom door was mostly closed. AND THERE WAS THE PUPPY! We could write our own book "Where's Asher?" I wonder if I could make enough money on that book to ... oh, nevermind.