A Bedtime Story

Pepper. Our Own Dog.

I woke up at 2 a.m. because a dog was barking somewhere far away, and I was annoyed.

But then I realized I could hear the dog because the windows were open, which meant that for the first time in four months it's not 100 degrees at midnight, oh frabjous day!, and I was happy.

But then I realized that, wait a minute, I think that's Pepper, Our Own Dog, and I was annoyed.

But then I realized that Husband heard the same thing and had gone to Take Care of the Problem, and I was happy.

But then I realized the reason Pepper was barking had left its calling card wafting through the windows, and I was annoyed.

But then Husband returned and closed the windows.

And I was happy and went back to sleep.

The End.