Boaz sleeping in the front of the television
Boaz is sleeping on the relatively cool, very old, pine wood floor in our play room.
The room is dark, illuminated only by the light of the television which is playing Star Wars V. The plot seems utterly uninteresting to him.
What is key here, and what is driving the plot, from Boaz' point of view, is the simple fact that my wife and son are in the room. He wants to be where the people are. It doesn't matter what they doing. They are simply human, the ones he knows best, and he will rearrange everything in order to be around it.