While he was away, some furious bidding arose over an adorable yellow Labrador puppy. The poor pouch looked tiny and scared and very sleepy as a Kennel Club enthusiast walked around holding him. Meanwhile, the auctioneer milked the sentimental audience. It seemed some bidders seated on the far side of the ballroom were raising their numbered paddles each time the auctioneer shouted a new bid. When the numbers reached a large number, I looked around for Mr. Wonderful. I was sorry he was missing the action. But, he was nowhere to be seen. I did not want to leave to find him because I wanted to know where the bidding would close. It closed significantly higher.
"Some crazy person paid a fortune for that puppy," I told Mr. Wonderful when he finally slipped into his chair next to me.
"We got the dog," he repeated.
"But you were out!"
"No, I was the crazy guy bidding while standing behind one of the decorations, so you couldn't see me," he answered.