Clunk. Clunk. Bump.
(whispering)
You awake?
Yeah . . . you?
Yeah.
Did you hear that?
Yeah . . . you?
Was it inside or outside?
I don't know.
Following their unfortunate encounter with an annoyed skunk, the dogs had been relocated to sleeping in the garage. Eventually, they resigned themselves to their new digs.
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| Mele, not a very happy camper. |
I liked the arrangement: No more wispy black fur wafting towards every nook and cranny. No more early wake up calls with a cold nose pressed into my face. No more wiping 12 dirty paws (Mattie with her weird sweaty feet often required a second cleaning after she had already left a few smudgy prints).
But recently there was another strange, bump-in-the-night, noise. It woke us up. It made us uneasy. And it made us question the decision of the dogs sleeping soundly in the garage. Completely unaware.
Last weekend we moved the dogs and their beds back in the house for night duty. We know that the dogs will bark and let us know if anything is amiss.
Now that our home alarm system is back in operation we all get a good night's sleep.
