Morrison slipped out of the backyard, last night, around midnight,when I let all the dogs out to use the facility. I scoured the neighborhood to no avail. He had disappeared into thin air and become part of tne night. I dropped off, dead tired, around two a.m. I left the back door cracked wide enough for him to get in. Around five thiry, I woke up, and went and checked the back, and Morisson was not there. I checked the front door, and he slipped in, looking real guilty. At seven, this morning, he was dead asleep. Whatever he had done, last night had worn him out. I'm going to have to watch Morisson closer, as he is proving to be untrustworthy.