Take a Boe-Woe, Nick

Nick deserves to take a Bow-wow, or in Nick's case, a Boe-Woe. One night this week, everyone was sound asleep. Nick usually sleeps at the foot of my bed, unless he's snoring in my ear, sharing my pillow! On this night, I was sleeping soundly, and did not hear any commotion until Nick alerted. I awoke to those sounds we dog-moms identify immediately as "not the normal bark." Not only was Nick barking, he had jumped the gate from the hallway into the living room, and he was standing on the back of the sofa (yes, all 95 pounds of him perched on the back of the sofa like a cat). He had pushed the plantation blinds out of the big front window, and his entire body was taking up the window. I could hear the window vibrating back the low growling and barking. I did not know what time it was, but it was still pitch black, so I knew it was definitely before 6am, and something was not right.

I had not heard anything prior to Nick's barking and growling, so I eased up toward the front door, ready to peer out the two small windows at the top of the door. I anticipated seeing a wayward dog or cat, even a raccoon in the yard, or something equally as dangerous, like a trash can lid blowing through the yard with our heavy winds!

Instead, I had a major adrenaline rush when I tiptoed up to the front door windows and found myself eye to eye with a man standing on my front porch. EEEEKKKK. I hollered through the door, asking who he was looking for. In the end, it turned out to that he was looking for the same house number on the next street over, but it was still scary. And after all was over and I was way too alert to go back to sleep, I figured out that it was 4am. I never heard the man knock or ring the doorbell at all. But thank goodness Nick did, and I am definitely glad to know the Big Dog is around to watch out for us.