The Captain has been gone quite a bit. Harry knows this and has been secretly trying to usurp the Captain's positon as man of the house. He has an agenda. I can tell. We have two comfy chairs facing our fireplace. The recliner has been dubbed mine, and that is usually where you can find me winding down in the evenings over a game of Bejeweled Blitz. Harry also know this. While I am furiously cursing the Bejeweled Blitz man-voice who is being very stingy with his "specTACulars", Harry quickly jumps into the other chair. The arms on that chair are just high enough so that if he hides in the far corner, I can't even see him from my chair. By the time my minute is up, I may have forgotten I even have a dog. Very sneaky.