The day uncle Charlie and Mishu crashed movie night (couch mathematics)

Uncle Charlie knocked three times and walked in like he lived here. That's how I know he's family.

He smells like outside and coffee and something that makes me want to follow him around. Which I did. Kitchen to couch to bathroom back to couch. He sat down and patted his lap and I was up there before Mom could say anything about couch rules.

Then the elevator opened again and I heard tiny paws in the hallway. Mishu. I jumped down because Mishu gets nervous when I'm too excited and also because his mom was carrying a bag that smelled like butter.

"Movie night!" Mom said, like she planned this. She didn't plan this. I can tell when she plans things because she moves different. Tonight she was just rolling with it.

Mishu sniffed Charlie's shoes for a full minute. Charlie didn't move. That's when I knew he was good people. Most humans get weird when dogs take their time with the shoe situation. Charlie just sat there.

The bag had popcorn. Real popcorn, not the microwave kind. Mishu's mom makes it on the stove and sometimes pieces fall on the floor and sometimes those pieces find their way to me. Not tonight though. Tonight everyone was being very careful with the popcorn.

We all fit on the couch but barely. Charlie on one end, Mom in the middle, me taking up way more space than I needed, and Mishu curled up like a tiny cinnamon roll near the armrest. His mom sat on the floor with pillows.

The movie had a lot of talking and not enough running. I fell asleep on Charlie's feet. When I woke up Mishu was asleep too and the humans were still watching people talk in fancy clothes.

Charlie's staying for the whole weekend. Mom set up the air mattress in the living room. I'm going to sleep next to it tonight just in case he needs anything. Like someone to watch him sleep. I'm very good at that.