When you've lived with humans for as long as I have, you learn to take the bad with the good. The good being a nice home, decent grub and a daily ration of cuddles (though never enough, of course-never enough). So what's the bad? Having to accompany your humans when they go on a matchmaking mission to try and bring together two sundered hearts. Gran and Scarlett had decided to take their Dear Gabi agony column on the road, and go undercover where their Dear Readers were, to try and fix what was broken-and even some of the things that weren't. And so Dooley and I found ourselves at Advantage Publishing, publisher of magazines like , , and of course . Gran and Scarlett as senior interns, and Dooley and I as their emotional support animals. The people who'd written to Dear Gabi were Natalie Ferrara, who was expecting her boss's baby, and had recently been unceremoniously dumped by the man, and Tom Mitchell, who was in love with a colleague, but found his affections not reciprocated. Office romance, in other words. Not exactly my strong suit! Lucky for us, before long a murder was committed, and even as 'Gabi' continued to work her magic, I found myself shifting into detective mode. And then of course there were some odds and ends, like Tex accidentally redistributing his old love letters to Marge around the neighborhood, causing her no small measure of embarrassment. And Harriet being in line for a photo shoot for the cover of , resulting in a lot of hullaballoo when she woke up one morning to discover a spot on her nose.