It was 2 am and I was sleeping soundly. Suddenly, Cailey (the white dog), started pacing the room (imagine little dog nails all over the hardwood floor: tap tap tap tap tap). I woke up, turned over and shushed Cailey and told her to go to bed.
I went to pee (because that’s what happens when you wake me up – I have to go pee almost immediately. Overshare? Maybe.)
Then I climbed back into bed and tried to fall back asleep.
That’s when Travis (the black dog) started growling. I shushed him too.
Then both dogs started making all sorts of annoying noises that made me a little nervous. So I shushed them and tried to listen. That’s when I heard noises of someone digging around on my porch (it ends at the bedroom window, so it’s pretty easy to tell).
Now I have to take you back to that evening. It was pouring out and I was cleaning up from dinner. The trash stunk, so I decided to remove it from the kitchen but I didn’t feel like walking down the stairs and underneath my porch to put it in the bin. So I did what I often do – I threw the bag on the porch and closed the slider door.
Okay, we’re back to 2 am. Travis and Cailey are being annoying (read: trying to warn us that there is someone on my porch) and I’m starting to really freak out. So I shake Jon awake (who is Mr.s Grump-grump if you wake him up at night) and tell him that there is someone on the porch. Mr. Grump-grump gets up and walks out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Now I’m super freaked out because my man just left me in the bedroom with two dogs on high alert and was walking directly into danger-zone (read: my porch).
There was the sound of the slider being opened, followed by some scrambling on the porch, followed by some other weird sounds, followed by Jon’s (I was hoping) footsteps approaching the bedroom. He mumbled, “raccoons” under his breath, slid back into bed, and promptly fell asleep.
The dogs, too, settled right down in their dog beds and fell asleep.
I stayed up the rest of the night, wondering if the raccoons were coming back to get me. Or if the bat that attacked us on our first year anniversary was back for more.
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