Allow me to set the scene for you. It was my Friday night, and Dexter Season 6 had just arrived from the library on DVD. I got home after midnight, and we stayed up until 3 a.m. watching. I fell into a peaceful slumber almost right away, dreams of serial killers in my head.
6:30 a.m. Ripley nudges me until I wake up. I try to ignore her… but I can’t. Then I hear it! Beep… beep…
You see, my fearless German Shepherd mix doesn’t like the smoke detector beep, and felt it was enough of an emergency to wake me. If there’s a concern of a security breach, she wakes my husband. Any other issue, she wakes me. She only does it if she really feels there’s a problem, maybe 6 or 8 times in her four years with us. So, I dragged myself out of bed at 6:30 a.m. to hunt down the offending smoke detector. There wasn’t just one going off… no! There were two! So I had to find and climb a ladder in the middle of the night.
I made it back to bed as the sun was coming up, and Ripley curled up on her dog pillow, knowing all was well for another night.