Her lips began to curl into a grin when she saw the large, furry dog sitting on his hind legs in her front garden. A single loud bark was the only signal she needed. Slipping into the kitchen, she was pleased that no one stopped her. No one was in the kitchen. All that remained in there were remnants of the lunch they served earlier to the ungrateful brats and their horrid parents and the large birthday cake that would come after Oliver finished opening his presents. Based on the table in the lounge overflowing with presents, she had plenty of time to meet with her visitor before her husband grew suspicious.