Where the hell was Hazel? He was worried about his Very Good Dog, a fourteen on a scale of ten on any damn day. He hoped whoever had ended up with her was taking good care of her. Hazel liked to watch Dog TV and lie on the couch with her front paws hanging off the edge. She wouldn’t understand if there was no couch. Max’s eyes got a little wet imagining Hazel trying to figure out where the couch was