Peace is bliss as they say. It was that faithful Friday night in the Monroe household, when my world was turned upside down once again. I was feeling so peaceful and Friday's mean snacks and a late night read in Toby's room. And chocolate cupcakes with the cream in the center. Yum, my favorite. The night was just starting and Toby was pulling out the thick volume of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley.

"Well, Harold, are you ready?" he asked me. I drooled on his leg a little to tell him yes. Toby laughed and rested his hand on my back. I closed my eyes and listened to Toby read aloud. Every once in a while he would pause to snack, which meant my favorite treat, the chocolate cupcake with cream in the middle.

We were at the part where Dr. Frankenstein and his assistant Igor were using lightening to bring life to his monster. A giant crack of thunder rattled the room and Toby and I jumped.

"Wow, Harold, that was sure a coincidence," Toby said. His voice shook and I licked his hand. "Thanks boy," he whispered. He was leaning down to give me hug when it happened. Crash! Toby jumped away and I yelped. Seeing how frightened Toby was, I ran downstairs to investigate. I heard Howie's howling and Chester hissing.

"Howie? Chester?" I cried. The living room was empty, and I saw the light in the kitchen on. Before I went into the kitchen I checked on Bunnicula. He sat trembling in his cage, his red eyes terrified. I was happy he was safe, even if scared. I then went into the kitchen. I burst in the door and stopped at what I saw. Chester was sitting on the table, licking his tail and Howie sat shivering on the floor. Glass, water, and flowers lay scattered on the floor.

"What happened?" I asked between Howie's howls. Chester looked at me and shook his head.

"I-I-I decided I w-w-wanted to play a l-l-late night game of tag with P-P-Pop and chased him in h-h-here. He jumped on the t-t-table and, and accidentally dropped the vase. I s-s-stepped on some of the glass," Howie whimpered. He lifted his front right paw to reveal a shard of glass stuck in his paw pad.

"What was that crash?" came the voice of Mrs. Monroe. She and Mr. Monroe opened the door and gasped. "Oh, poor Howie!" she exclaimed.

"Must have been playing and the vase fell," Mr. Monroe concluded. Mrs. Monroe gently picked up the wire-haired dachshund. He whined in her arms.

"We'll take you to the vet tomorrow to get it removed," she said. She looked at Chester and me. "Maybe we should bring the other's too, just to make sure they don't have any glass either." A shiver went up my spine and I whimpered as well.

"Oh, don't worry Harold, all your shots were done last time. We are just checking to see if you were hurt by the glass," Mr. Monroe concluded. I sighed in relief and I wagged my tail. "That's a good boy." The two left and Chester jumped down from the table. He and I walked out of the kitchen together to see Mrs. Monroe heading up the stairs with Howie. He was wrapped in a blanket and still whimpering.

"You can sleep in our room tonight Howie," she cooed to the small dog. When they had disappeared up the stairs, Chester jumped in his favorite chair and curled his tail around his paws. I looked at him.

"How could you let Howie get hurt?" I asked.

"He wanted to play, and I didn't. So he chased me and I ran into the kitchen. I didn't remember the Monroe's putting those flowers on the table. I bumped into them and it tumbled over the side. Howie came charging in and before I could warn him he stepped on the exposed glass," Chester said. I looked up the stairs as Chester began walking in circles and kneading to get comfortable.

"I hope he is okay," I said to my cat friend. When I turned to look at him he was already sleeping. I walked up the stairs and jumped onto Toby's bed. He wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Howie will be okay, won't he boy?" Toby asked. He was such a sensitive kid and I licked his cheek. He smiled and rubbed that spot between my ears. I panted and his smile broadened. "Thanks, boy." He curled up under his blankets and sighed. "Good night, Harold," he whispered and fell asleep. I closed my eyes and drifted off as well.