At least so far. As Gary often told his wife Stacey at every breakfast before heading off to work these days. They had moved six times in the last five years since getting married, and too she had finally felt that they were home after living here for close to a year now. A perfect Heinz 57 cannine, Horace was just the pet Stacey had always wanted, big and fluffy lovable all over , but could never have, at least up until now, and now they would probably have to move again, and maybe lose Horace in the shuffling around. Petting the animal absentmindedly, Stacey tried to think of a way in which she could help Gary secure that promotion to vice president within the new excutive structure of the Hetero Dyn hostile take over.