Every once in a while, Bogart will wake up in the middle of the night and start barking for no apparent reason. Perhaps he heard someone walk by our window or maybe the house creaked and he got spooked. Either way, it’s usually innocuous.
At a little past 4:00am on the Sunday before last, the barking began once again. I awoke to see Bogart barking at the window which was glowing with an alternating pattern of blue and white lights.
“Put your hands on the Dashboard, where I can see them” boomed a deep voice from the darkness. At this point, I had realized that for once, Bogart was actually alerting us to possible danger rather than the loud rumble of the garbage truck.
