Amazing things happen with age. Remember when, upon waking, I had to get Zoe outside in .2 seconds or she’d pee where she was standing? Well that gradually progressed to her saying hi in the morning, then when the greeting ritual was over, she’d go to the door and demand to be taken out. And now this morning, the alarms go off, she greets us - though less psychotically than normal - and then goes and lays back down. Den got up to take a shower, which is usually her cue, and she just curled up on the bed in his spot, and fell back asleep.

Bladder control. It’s a good thing.