Boy do I love my dog Midnight. Here's an example of why: Yesterday morning, its about 5:40am and I woke up before the alarm went off. I hear Kim opening the backdoor to let Midnight & Jazz out in the backyard. Couple of things real quick.
Beezer does not like to go in the backyard. Who knows why? Its just not his cup of tea. Jazz will go back there, but gets a little wigged out if its rainy or wet. Well, on this particular day...it was absolutely pouring rain. So Jazz is of course, hesitant to go out. Midnight of course, is the complete opposite. He could care less if its raining, it only adds to his playtime. It means he gets to run underneath all the wet bushes, and walk through the muddy areas of the yard....he's just having a good old time.
Anyway, so Kim lets the dogs out, and I'm just laying there, waiting for my alarm.
It finally goes off, and like 7 million other people in this country, I immediately hit the snooze and lay back in bed. I hear Kim let Jazz in, and she promptly walks into our room and begins shaking herself dry--all over our new bedspread (thanks Jazz).
So now Kim still has Midnight outside...and what follows is a fairly accurate transcription of what I heard:
"Midnight! Get in here...and I mean right now." (loud whispering...its 5:45am)
Couple seconds of silence.
"Midnight! I am warning you...you better get over here right now!"
BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!
"MIDNIGHT! You better quit that barking! I mean it...get over here...right now!"
BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!
"MIDNIGHT! You are getting me mad! You better get in out of this rain!"
BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!
"MIDNIGHT! I told you to stop that! You better....get over here right this minute!"
Now, at this point, I'm laying there...and I'm thinking. Oh boy, I am going to have to get up and I mean in a hurry or Midnight is going to be in some big trouble.
"MIDNIGHT! You better come over here....get out of that mud! Right now!"
BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!
"MIDNIGHT! Stop that barking!"
I'm serious. It was like an Abbot & Costello routine. Kim was Bud & Midnight was Lou. I kept waiting for "who's on first?" So finally, I get up and walk into the bathroom and ask Kim to step aside.
"BOY! You better get your ass in here rightnow!"
Out of the darkness this black figure comes running in the rain, and I swear to you...
I mean I swear to you....he had a smile on his face. I stop him there in the bathroom, Kim hands me a towel and walks out grumbling....and I'm toweling him off...sort of giving him a little bit of grief about not listening to his Mom.......and I swear....he's got this look on his face.....like he had planned the whole damn thing.
And that....THAT....is why I call Midnight....not my dog.....but my other son.
Later,
Jeff
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