Last night, a little after 1AM, a dude rang my doorbell.
I thought I was dreaming.
So I went out to look. Yup. Dude standing there in the dark. Screw this I thought, and wondered if I should ignore him or grab my .44 and say hello. He appeared to be an AC tech. Maybe he got the wrong house.
But that’s not the interesting part.
I staggered into the living room to see Aria on the couch, eyes open, just laying there.
“I’m on my break”
And the new doofus, Winston, was like “Oh, hey! you’re up! Want to play?”
WTF, there’s a dude at the door at 1AM, and not one peep from either dog?
Jethro would’ve started as he came up the walk and he’d for sure want a piece of him when he rang the bell. I miss that. With Jet, I could open the door, holding him by the collar, and whoever it was would realize the mistake they made and bid me farewell.
And at night? All you’d see would be a big white set of choppers barking and snapping at you. Dude was like a Grim in the Harry Potter series.
Looks like I have some training work to do.
As for the dude? I ignored him and he went back to his truck and drove off.
Inspected By Pat 